41: A visit from Jack Frost

(Frosted maple leaf.)

Jack Frost is a fairy small;
I’m sure he is out today.
He nipped my nose
And pinched my toes
When I went out to play.

~ Traditional Children’s Rhyme

I was up and out early this morning to catch the fog and frost at sunrise.  Brrrrrr!  It was a clear, crisp, 23 degrees.  Jack Frost had obviously had a little fun overnight decorating everything with lovely crystal patterns.  In case you are not familiar with him, Jack Frost is an elfish creature from English folklore, often considered a variant of Father Winter.  Some see him as a fairy or winter sprite.  Whatever the case, he brings the cold, crisp weather that allows him to paint the land with frost.

(Today’s early morning view of the pond.)

A lot of folks around here seem to think that the early arrival of summer and the crops means we’ll have an early and harsh winter.  I dunno.  We usually have our first snowflakes flying around by Halloween but there’s been nary a sign of the white stuff so far.

(Morning droop.)

I went by Plinky for a writing prompt (because enough already with the weather!).  Today’s question is:  Have you ever lied about your age?

(Winter’s touch.)

There are follow-up questions to that but I won’t need them.  I have never lied about my age.  I’ve never seen the need to and I’ve never understood why any adult would.  I’m not counting minors because we all know why someone under the drinking age would be likely to lie.  Not that drinking alcohol is the only reason but I’m betting it’s the number one reason.

(Frosted zinnias.)

I have a friend who thinks that once you’re past the age of 35 (40 tops!) you should start telling people you are older than you are.  That way, she says, people will think you look great for your age!

(Consorting with ice crystals.)

Lying about your age doesn’t make sense to me.  But lying about your weight?  That I can sorta’ kinda’ understand.

(Twists and turns.)

A woman I know was traveling outside of the U.S. on business.  She had to take a small plane to her ultimate destination.  She had heard that she would be asked about her weight. I don’t know if she contemplated lying about her weight or not.  I would guess not as she doesn’t seem the type to lie although I am sure she was reluctant to give her exact weight.

(Obscured view.)

It didn’t matter, in the end, whether she planned or even thought about lying.  Everyone was required to step on the scale before boarding the plane.  She said she was terribly embarrassed since it was done where everyone can see everyone’s weight results.

(Sunrise through the frosty crabapple tree.)

Have you ever lied about your age?  Or your weight?  Or some other number that might be important?

(Winter’s flowers.)

The weight listed on my driver’s license is incorrect.  But that’s because I’m due for a new driver’s license next year.  I’d better get serious about my diet and exercise regime if I don’t want to be embarrassed about my weight when they ask me what it is.  I am grateful that, so far, they don’t have scales at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles.  If I want to be weighed publicly, I’ll join Weight Watchers.

(Frost and mist.)

I learned fairly early in life that lying doesn’t work out well for me.  I’m not good at it, for one thing.  I blush easily and that tendency gets worse when I’m lying.  Then there’s all the trouble I have to go through to remember it.  I have enough trouble remembering the truth (or my perception of the truth, as the case may be).  Trying to keep track of lies is too much for my poor memory.  Besides, for as long as I can remember, I never ever got away with trying to pull one over on someone.  Never.  I always got caught.  That’s why that lesson was learned early and well.  (And for those who think children are honest and never, ever lie, I have one question:  You don’t spend much time with children, do you??)

(Cold night’s gift.)

I once worked with a guy (known by many as The Psycho Pharmacist From Hell) who told more lies than truth about anything and everything.  He was distrustful of everyone.  I think that’s because he was a liar and so, he assumed everyone else was a liar too.  He was a crazy guy who probably should not have been working as a pharmacist.  Thankfully the people in charge agreed and fired him.  I often wonder if he found another pharmacy to work in.  Probably.  There seems to be some sort of professional courtesy in that field (as with doctors, for instance) wherein they lie or don’t tell when it comes to the reasons for letting them go.

(Frosty sunflower.)

Well, that was a long and rambling answer to a short question.  I could have just said no.  But then I might have had to ramble on about the weather some more since I don’t seem to have much to write about lately.  Hopefully this was a little more interesting.

For the record…

Never let it be said that I didn’t do my civic duty.  🙂

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18 Comments on “41: A visit from Jack Frost”

  1. photobyholly says:

    Beautiful! A light layer of frost makes everything look like it’s covered in diamonds!

    I like the thought about lying about your age if you’re over 35 – I could make everyone think I have the “secret” to looking younger!! 🙂

    • Robin says:

      Holly: I kind of like that idea too. I could tell people I’m 60 and they’d say, “Wow!! You don’t look a day over 50!” But with my luck, it would more likely be, “Wow! You don’t look a day over 55!” and I’m only 51. lol!!

  2. Marianne says:

    Great photos! I particularly like (Frost and mist.) I like the idea about telling people you’re older than you are, however, I wouldn’t have the courage to actually do it. I think it would be funny though.

    • Robin says:

      Thank you, Marianne. 🙂 And thank you for stopping by and commenting.

      I wouldn’t have the courage to do it either. But I have thought about it. Frequently. lol!

  3. Karma says:

    Your frost shots are really “cool” (Pun intended!) – although I’m not fond of reminders of winter. That looks like a fairly thick frost – we’ve had a couple scattered light frosts, but nothing I’ve had to scrape from my windshield yet.

    No, I never saw the point of lying about my age. Why bother? I’ve never been ashamed of who I am and my age is part of that. I’ll tell your blog reading public that I am 41 if anyone would like to know! 😉

    My weight, well, I may have been known to shave a couple pounds off of that, but really, who should even be asking you a question like that? Here in MA, we only have height on our licenses – no weight!

    • Robin says:

      Nice pun, Karma. 🙂 I’m a big fan of puns and like to see them everywhere.

      It was a fairly thick frost. Surprisingly so. It reminded me of the hoar frost we had last winter. Not quite as thick, but close.

      If I were in charge of the world (or Ohio), I’d take off the weight on the license. What’s the point? I bet most people lie about it anyhow.

      I don’t bother to lie about my age either. Everyone is welcome to know I am 51. I’ll be 52 next month.

  4. Bo Mackison says:

    Love these, Robin. I especially like the close-ups, and there is something really charming about that frosted zinnia. I love frost, just not what comes next so much. 🙂

    Two months in Tucson will solve that nicely, right? Now I need to get accepted at the art festivals there so my plan makes financial sense! Crossing fingers in Wisconsin…

    • Robin says:

      Two months in Tucson sounds nice, Bo! I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you (although I don’t think you’ll need it — you should be accepted with no problem!).

  5. sherri says:

    so very pretty. i love the crystal details. (I’m a Buckeye – have i told you that already?)

  6. Kala says:

    Gorgeous details of the frost Robin. (I voted too!)

  7. Anna says:

    After viewing your frosty photos and reading about lying, I thought: What does nature and lying have to do with each other? (I ask a lot of questions… always have.) Anyway, the answer for me is that nature doesn’t lie. I don’t care for lying or being tangled in lies. However, I will admit that I lied about my weight for my driver’s license the last time because I had gained a good amount of weight and wanted to keep my old weight on record. I do live in a very small town where everyone knows everything. …smile… And hey, what if I lost weight and my old weight became true again? LOL I don’t lie about my age, though, and never thought to. I know what you mean about the ‘The Psycho Pharmacist From Hell’ as I’ve met a few psychopaths in my life. Love the frosted maple leaf and morning pond scene. 🙂

  8. Dave Q says:

    beautiful captures!

  9. Kel says:

    they put your weight on your driver’s license !?
    what the…….


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