It got down to seven degrees here last night. When morning light came, the sky was very clear and it looked like a regular winter's day -- until closer inspection.
The hoar frost bloomed tall last night in the red Georgia mud.
The puddles froze. When damp leaves fell on the hard surface, they eventually were lifted on spindly legs of frost.
Some of the puddles froze bit by bit, creating rings.
In muddy water, ice and sediments created patterns that looked like celestial landscapes or abstract paintings.
I wandered around staring down at puddles for a while, but when I looked up I still saw patterns. Such a flawless blue sky made the perfect backdrop.
I'm scanning the treetops, looking at all the bare branches framing blue sky, when I notice a cream colored lump.
Poor little guy looks as cold as I am. Time to go home and get warm!
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