Pondering Thoughts

Hoar Frost

 Happy Weekend 
The following photos are of hoar frost. 
We woke up to an amazing sight one December morning. My husband told me it was hoar frost. I had never heard of it before. Below is what Wikipedia has to say about it.


Hoar frost (also hoarfrost, radiation frost, or pruina) refers to white ice crystals, deposited on the ground or loosely attached to exposed objects such as wires or leaves.^[4] They form on cold, clear nights when conditions are such that heat radiates out to the open sky faster than it can be replaced from nearby sources such as wind or warm objects. Under suitable circumstances, objects cool to below the frost point^[5] of the surrounding air, well below the freezing point of water. Such freezing may be promoted by effects such as flood frost or frost pocket.^[6] These occur when ground-level radiation losses cool air till it flows downhill and accumulates in pockets of very cold air in valleys and hollows. Hoar frost may freeze in such low-lying cold air even when the air temperature a few feet above ground is well above freezing.
The name hoar comes from an Old English adjective that means "showing signs of old age"; in this context it refers to the frost that makes trees and bushes look like white hair.

My mom shared with me some rural wisdom. 

I think a few of these will make you smile.

Look outside on a clear night and watch the stars. It'll give you a new appreciation of how small each of us is in the vast universe.

Fellow told me that being old was mostly not a bad thing. He said it was a lot better than being dead. But he added that as he'd never been dead he couldn't speak with much authority.

You've got to have some things that are tough to do so you can appreciate those that are easy. 

Amazing beauty

When you start wondering what old means, think of a tree. For oaks and pine trees, 15 years is just middle age.

Sometimes the biggest problem in learning something new is getting rid of an old idea that stands in the way. No matter how wrong the old idea may be, we still want to hold onto it for dear life. Maybe it is because we naturally fear something new.

 

Simple Beauty

Life is like a river. There are twists and turns, quiet spots and rapids, deep pools and shallow flats. But a river is always moving. Always the same but always different. Just like people.

Wishing you all a great weekend. I will be taking the week off to work on some projects.

I will be back soon!

 ♥

Carla