Mulling things on my morning ramble
with Storm, the family’s mixed Lab.
Once again this morning, frost was forming on the windshield of our neighbor’s car. For some reason her windshield is the first place where frost forms.
And by that definition, we have had frost something like a dozen times already this fall.
A rabbit bolted across a yard in the darkness–we rambled off this morning well before sunrise–before we even left town.
Now, I doubt that officially we have had frost a dozen times.
So naturally I looked up what is the official definition of frost. Apparently, I stand corrected, we could have officially had frost.
Here is the definition of frost from the glossary of terms from the National Weather Service:
(Abbrev. FRST) – Frost describes the formation of thin ice crystals on the ground or other surfaces in the form of scales, needles, feathers, or fans. Frost develops under conditions similar to dew, except the temperatures of the Earth’s surface and earthbound objects falls below 32F. As with the term “freeze,” this condition is primarily significant during the growing season. If a frost period is sufficiently severe to end the growing season or delay its beginning, it is commonly referred to as a “killing frost.” Because frost is primarily an event that occurs as the result of radiational cooling, it frequently occurs with a thermometer level temperature in the mid-30s.
Because I know more than a few of my faithful readers are fellow weather geeks, here is the link to the glossary of NWS terms.
Weather is much on my mind with Sandy bearing down on the area where half my family lives on the East Coast. Even though the winds aren’t as vicious as usually associated with strong hurricanes, it looks like they are in for far more extended period of high winds and rains.
I will have to call my dad tonight for an update. At that point, I think he will be bearing the brunt of the storm then.
I think our extended cold and the cold northwest winds are an offshoot in a complicated way from the storm coming ashore.
Two muskrats dive on both sides of the bridge over the neckdown between the two old clay pits.
Otherwise, very little wildlife, seen or heard, this morning.
Back in town, I noticed the frost had thickened enough to lightly whiten backyards. What an odd fall continues on.