We were treated to a freezing fog December 2013 that was followed by a gloriously clear day. I suspect it was a weekend and we had nothing scheduled, so we spent some time walking around looking for interesting photo opportunities. The two mature ash trees on our farm reside South of the old barn and just far enough from the road that road crews and line workers have never seen a need to take chunks off of them. It just so happened that the best seed production year for the ashes had just concluded and they were still reluctant to release them, clutching them as if they were afraid to allow their babies to find their own way in the world. This resulted in a chance for these seeds to be dressed in hoarfrost so the farmers could come out and appreciate what nature can do.