Simple growths like weeds and grasses, seemingly dead after the first frost, come back to life when coated with shimmering ice.
Bare, skinny twigs which were brown and ugly as they lowered themselves to the ground, became elgant feathery fronds as a blanket of icy-ness was painted over them.
The crystal formations are everywhere, disguising objects this Midlife Farmwife normally describes as junk, into free form objects of wintry art. Rust, when combined with the icy white colors of snow and ice, evolves into something like this:
And even into something inviting and welcoming like this,
Merry Christmas Everyone and Happy Birthday Baby Jesus !