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January 05, 2013

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I so enjoyed the picture you have up today---it made me smile.

Hey Tipper it has been awhile. I have restarted my blog. I had a rough few months which I won't bore you with but just to say I really missed blogging so here I am.
I do love the way you describe frosty mornings and have to agree with you.

I invite you to visit my new blog site which hasn't changed all that much.

whitetailwoodsblog.blogspot.com

My neighbor said this morning it was so cold and frosty that he had to use jumper cables to get the rabbits to hop.

That's pretty nippy!

Uncle Wes

tipper it sure is frosty here also... and i love it... seeing the white snow wrapping its arms around the bushes and tree limbs.. was just talking to my hubby about remembering things.. and how the snow makes that crunch sound when you walk on it.. :)
hope all are warm and cozy this weekend, sending lots of ladybug hugs and love

It was a beautiful morning and yesterday too.. I love that poem she wrote.

Yep, Ft. Riley/Junction City was the coldest cold!

Ethelene, your poem was great. It pulls the reader in and gives such an interesting mental image. There must have been something in the water at Choestoe. There was so much expressive writing by some of those people there. I have always loved the book of Job and I also loved your poem!

Beautiful poem, Ethelene!

It is a lovely morning for sure, and I am happy to have my cozy hearth. Thanks too for the spur of the moment poem by Ethelene Dyer Jones.

I miss getting up early enough to see those things...no, I don't! Well, I wish I could see it, but I don't want to get up that early anymore. Maybe sometimes.

I didn't move this far south so I could go out and break my dog off a tree when he goes to pee. I think I will write a letter to the editor. So how many days till spring?

The trees almost looked snow covered this morning with their heavy frost. It's pretty, but it's taking way too long to melt.

I really love your posts Tipper,Down at my granny's in Asheville when I was young we had a little coal fed heater to warm the whole house. It would turn red on the sides. Everyone gathered round it in the one room. She kept the doors to the other rooms closed. Your posts bring back memories ..

Tipper, you waxed poetic in your description of "Frosty Morning." Thank you for making us see, feel and experience it though your eyes. In fact, the impression was so strong with me that I sat down and wrote this which I pass on to readers:

THOUGHTS ON A FROSTY MORNING

"By the breath of God frost is given"...-Job 37:10 (KJV)

The grass edged in white
Is stiff beneath its load of hoar.
The crackle under foot
Makes me hurry to the door
And warmth inside.

As the landscape meets
The winter's frigid blast,
Nature's cycle, seeming to rest,
Is working, though not as fast,
To implement and guide.

Such symmetry, such perfection,
In one tiny molecule of frost!
Such design, such crystalline beauty
To spread abroad, exhaust
On one frosty morning sight!

Festooned like a mighty canopy
These white-clad artistries bring
Strains like the beauty of a hymn.
The chill lifts the soul to sing
In this moment in time--so right!

-Ethelene Dyer Jones
January 5, 2013, after reading Tipper Pressley's Blind Pig & the Acorn blog, "Frosty Morning".


You remind me of when I was in the Army at Ft. Riley, KS, where it gets REALLY cold. The clear, cold mornings where if you listened closely, you could HEAR the low hum of the 60-cycle electricity in the overhead power lines. Although it was cold, it was a beautiful time.

Yesterday was your kind of “frosty morning to remember” for me. We went to bed with a heavy fog and woke up with it all frozen, as happens on the mountain tops sometimes but rarely down here in the river valley where I must abide. My drive to work is due east and the sun was just coming up. All the trees, bushes and grassy areas were covered with this “young snow” as my mother used to call it. It was blindingly white but beautiful to behold. I must have caught the precise moment to witness this spectacular event but as usual, no camera aboard to record it. By the time I arrived at work ten minutes later it was all gone but the shadows.

I can picture it; it makes for a beautiful mother nature presentation. The only thing missing is "Frosty" and his wonderful magic. Thanks for the morning picture!

Tipper,
It sure was cold at my house this
morning, and the frost was so thick, you could track a rabbit.
Usually I take the back of my comb
and scrape my side and here I come. Since I lost that booger, I
had to wait on the defroster today. For some reason I just feel
better in colder weather, but I
love to bake by the fire too...Ken

I love frosty mornings! I love the way the icicles start to melt as the sun sparkles on them:)

It is a beautiful sight on a frosty morning

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