Apparently Jack Frost liked my curtains so much that he tried to imitate the pattern on my window.
I’ve never seen anything like this before.
In Little House in the Big Woods, Ma showed Laura the pretty pictures that Jack Frost had drawn on their window glass during the night. I always assumed that the two of them had overactive imaginations. Either that or their brains were suffering from a drawn-out case of winter ennui and starting to shut down.
(And… I just used the most pretentious word in the world. Sorry. It’s what I’ve been feeling for the last three days, and the word just had to come out at some point. I won’t let it happen again.)
I have no idea how frost patterns form on windows like that. Or why, out of the 4 storm window panes, only one of them received a beautiful design. My gut feeling says it has something to do with the combination of extreme low temperatures and less than stellar insulation. Beyond that I don’t even care. I’m just appreciative (for once) that I live in a house with old windows that provide a morning treat like this one. It’s evidence that maybe every cloud does have a silver lining – even when the cloud is stranded in a negative degree Fahrenheit sky.
Look at me: I just wrote 222 positive words about winter.
Bring on the -18 temps.