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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
The picture is better than I thought it might be, but doesn't do the morning justice. There was a fine snow falling, so fine that it was only visible where it could be seen in the sunbeam from the early sun. In the picture you can see the sparkles everywhere, but not really what I've just described.
And on my walk, here was this little oddity!
At the base of many of the little sumac trees were these strange little cones. I don't really know why they formed like this! Changeable light winds? Elves with a sense of humor? Mice building teepees? This single cone was the strangest of all- just sticking up out of nowhere. I was at least relieved to see that on the other side of it I could see that it had formed around a broken tree stub. Otherwise... aliens?