Hoarfrost and household
posted in Alaska, OmegaDad, OmegaDotter |One thing we get here in Alaska that we never got in our mountain home in Arizona is frost due to fog on freezing nights. It’s not actually "hoarfrost", it seems, but rime frost, but I thought it was hoarfrost and it made a splendid post title.
Last night, we were under a dense fog advisory, with visibility down to 1/4 mile. This morning the dotter woke me up with a question: "Mommy, why are the trees so white?" Blurry with sleep, I replied it was because we have birch trees, and they have white trunks, unlike the pine trees in Flagstaff.
But then I woke up, and actually looked out the window when the sun came up. It was a lacy, icy fairyland. All the trees were covered with a soft feathering of ice crystals, looking like flocked Christmas trees. You could see where the fog level had been; since we’re down in a hollow, the fog didn’t get all the way down to the ground, but about halfway down the trees. Many of the spruce (? firs?) in our yard are much smaller than the birch trees, so we have an interesting effect of lacy white branches on trees with white trunks, towering over dark green spruce. It’s really quite picturesque.
Of course, I’ve kept meaning to take pictures all day, and now, as I sit down prepared to write this post, the light has disappeared and I can’t get that picture. Bah. Tomorrow, I promise!
Household-wise, OmegaDad finally bit the bullet and hauled the dotter out with him to look at furniture for her bedroom, specifically storage furniture. Why are we doing it so long after we moved? Well, there was another plan originally, consisting of painting the rustic low-level bookcase-ish thing made of orange crates and boards, and then moving it into the dotter’s room…it kept being discussed, but never done. Then finally OmegaDad wiffled and waffled and allowed as to how he really wanted that particular item to go into the storage shed, for his use. Ahhhh!
So, anyway, the two of them went out yesterday and returned with two Cubeicals, a little storage bench, and a bunch of pink and faux-zebra and faux-leopard fabric drawers to fit. OmegaDotter chose these herself. It’s amazingly kewl.
So OmegaDad has spent the day hammering and swearing, while I try to keep OmegaDotter out of his hair. I will, of course, provide pics of that, as well.
