frozen morning

I am thankful no one was behind me on the road this morning as I drove past our neighborhood nursery. I hit the brakes, probably a little too hard, for a longer look at the winter scene; excitedly explaining to Tristan why the nursery owner had let his trees ice over for protection. I don’t think I was able to articulate a pre-school level explanation because my son now believes there is such a thing as “warm ice”. We later had to stop for pictures of the sparkling garden and so that Tristan could touch the icicles and feel for himself that they are indeed cold!