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1 can remember riding through such a glittering, silver wonderland in Belgium one winter day.
There, the temperatures will often stay low enough after such a frost that the sunlight is too feeble to melt the crystals and the hoarfrost remains all day, making even the air sparkle.
Here in Virginia, hoar frosts are as ephemeral as they are ethereal-if you want to enjoy a hoar frost, you have to race ahead of the sun before it melts all evidence of the phenomenon.
After melting the hoarfrost, the sun gave hints that it might stick around.
It did, for one wonderful, (relatively) warm day. Nature's such a tease.
Apparently, we weren't supposed to unpack our shorts yet.
An ice storm blew through that broke branches off even healthy trees, downed power lines, and made walking and driving all but impossible.
Then the sun came out and temps warmed, then went back in, and the skies dumped out cold rain. Cold, warm, cold... wet, dry, wet. Ah, Virginia in winter.
When I hear people in other places pull out that cliche, "if you don't like the weather, just wait a while,'" I laugh.
No other place I've been has such unpredictable weather as Virginia.
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