Winter Wonders

Some of you will remember that at the end of my latest Sunday Selections post I said that it was a chilly morning and that I was going outside to play bubbles again when it was light.

It was indeed chilly.  Minus 8.7 C (around 16F) when I headed out the door.  Chilly, beautiful and magical.  I was outside for well over an hour and my smiles were making my face hurt.  Yes, I got some disbelieving looks from people driving by, but no-one called for the men in white coats.  Or perhaps they did and I came inside before they reached me.

I suspect that the ground temperature was considerably lower than -8.7 C.  Freezing bubbles was a definite success.  With some surprising elements.

I have mentioned (and shown) the shells that popping bubbles leave behind.  There was some of that, but this time I watched as some of the bubbles developed slow leaks and collapsed in on themselves.

On other attempts I have been amazed that the bubbles lasted ten minutes or so before popping.  I was sadly lacking in ambition.  This time some of them lasted for hours.  Literally hours.  When I came in the ground was festooned in bubbles...

I am lucky.  The dread disease means that while I do (eventually) get cold, it takes a long time and lower temperatures than is true for many.   It really was a lovely start to the day.  I came inside and wrapped my chilly fingers around a cup of tea.  And then woke himself up to look out the window.  He didn't seem to mind.  Much.