We had the most magical frost in December, just before Christmas -- tiny ice spears coated every plant or scrap of foliage. They gave way at the slightest touch, the most delicate needles of frozen beauty. We even found a tiny "garland" of ice, and I can't think how it came to be there. A scrap of spider's web, perhaps?
By the breath of God ice is given,
and the broad waters are frozen fast.
Job 37:10
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