Sorry if the title made you think about cake.  Didn’t the gals used to call it “frosting” when they put white highlights in their hair?  If so, I’m not talking about that either.  I’m talking about hoarfrost or rime.

I was late waking up on Saturday and the bright sun was making short work of the ice crystal magic.  On Sunday, rime on the trees was very heavy, but I was not able to get a picture of that.

Life works that way some times.  It reminds me of the story of the couple that was touring in Europe.  They came to an ancient church.  The sign said, “This building dedicated to the glory of God — 1130.  She turned to him and said, “Oh honey, pity we weren’t here twenty minutes earlier.”