This morning we woke up to a hard frost covering the ground, plants and trees.  The view out the breakfast room window was golden.

It was very cold; there was a rabbit sleeping in the center of our back yard, hunkered down into a small fur ball with ears.  The birds were flying  around the bird feeder.  And the sun was just coming up, tipping the tops of the trees, making their golden leaves shine.

Katie and I went out to explore.  The air was still and the sun was showering  leaves with golden light.  Everywhere you could hear the swishing of leaves dropping softly through tree limbs, landing on the ground below.  It was the sound of rain without the wet.

A beautiful Sunday morning, frost is so much better than snow.  At least for now.