I’ve never been a big fan of winter, but once in awhile it gives us bursts of amazing beauty that help make it more tolerable. This is my 48th winter on the Canadian prairie and never have I seen hoar frost like we were blessed with this week! After a long series of grey and foggy days, most unusual in our part of the world, the sun broke through and the results were breathtaking. With little or no wind to shake it loose, the frost had been building for days.

Hubby and I have been cleaning out our storage room recently, something that needs to be done from time to time. A trip to the dump turned into a sightseeing and photo taking excursion!

Looking at the photos, it’s easy to see why we call the topping that we put on cakes frosting or icing!

Power lines, heavy with frost, became thick ropes of white. Little wonder that power has been flickering and in some cases, going out.

Even the surface of the snow was powdered with frost crystals. Though I didn’t see the big animal itself, those were clearly moose tracks leading in and out of the clearing above.

Closer to town, the frost clinging to the cemetery sign gave it a whole new look. Across the road, the entrance to the park where we often go snowshoeing was even more beautiful than usual.

Sadly, once the sun hits it, the frost doesn’t last long, but its fleeting beauty is a reminder that even winter has moments of magnificence.