Between Frost and a Hard Place
I am not sure what this phenomenon is called, but it is winter weather and it is beautiful.
The nearest I can describe it is that a heavy frost was forming on a breezy morning and the results were that the frost formed only on the sides of slender things, such as twigs and wires.
Except that actually, it was a sort of foggy morning, so perhaps the fog was freezing on the sides of things, in gorgeous crystals that extended like pennants from twigs. I don’t know.
Some of you northerners help me out, here.
Anyway, I have a photo; it happened.
Then when the breeze picked up enough to sway branches, the frost began falling off, tinkling like the tiniest bells, falling over the ground in glittery shards in the sunlight.
It was a most awesome morning.
I’ll never forget it.