The yard is shrouded on this frosty morn.
The foghorn sounds its baleful tone.
Crystals adorn; the world is transformed.
The pictures were taken on a wonderfully foggy day last week...or was it the week before?! It just took me a bit of poop scooping (when I do my best thinking) to figure out what to say to express the beauty of that morning!
Poop scooping is the best time to think things through, and you came up with the perfect title. I'm very intrigued by the frost on the ponies. I don't think I have ever seen that before. It's great proof of the insulating quality of a horse's fur, isn't it? There isn't enough heat escaping to melt that frost.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Louise. Their fur is very insulating. When it snows, they will 'wear' a blanket of snow and will be dry underneath.
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