First it's coffee and time to look out the window into the back yard. Oh my! I can hardly see the field or the road to town. It looks like some kind of icy fog. Time to let Baron out though.
As I open the garage door and step out, Baron is busy checking out the tracks of any nightime visitors. It's part of his morning ritual. The hoar frost covers all the trees.
I wave at all the neighbors as they head off to work. I don't miss having to do that much at all!
Down the highway a bit, our neighbors farmhouse looks shrouded in mystery. Fog and hoar frost can do that.