I am fascinated by the wondrous patterns and frosty textures expressed in this thin ice over a tiny creek I found on my walk in the hills today. Rather than try to fathom how the patterns are formed, I prefer to focus on the beauty.
I can't report that all the water pipes burst in the night, or that my citrus crop was ruined (don't have one). But it got cold last night. Was at a friend's until after midnight and returned home to a house that was 45F inside. Likewise this a.m. The high today will be 46F so I don't expect the house to warm up at all today.
