Bleak House, or Cows Gotta Eat Anyways

This is the sight that greeted me yesterday morning. We get heavy frosts, but generally the wind is blowing hard enough that it doesn't build up like it did here. The wind was beginning to fire up, so it looked like it was snowing. Alas, it was just the frost coming off the trees. The ground was littered with little crystalline feathers, all spiky and sharp looking. Obviously, this didn't bother the cattle, who were grazing away contentedly.

Then it warmed up and all of this was gone - just a memory of the illusion of moisture remains.