Ruth Reichl: Hoarfrost

I miss those hoary mornings, especially at Christmastime.  Nothing approaching this ever comes to Los Angeles.

From Ruth Reichl's blog:

   Woke up yesterday to the most astonishing vision: Every tree was etched in a filigree of frost, delicate lines of white outlining every limb, every leaf. I've never seen anything like it before; up close it was as if some giant creature had waved a wand and flocked each tree with snow.
    Nick and I went walking through the woods, following deer trails and looking around like two wide-eyed little children.  The soft snow crunched deliciously beneath our feet. We came in breathless, red-cheeked, happy, built a fire and began to cook.

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