It led off with "Sugar in the mornin', sugar in the evenin', sugar at Suppertime..." I was only 10, but I understood that sugar was synonymous with a kiss. (Not really relevant to this post, but some of my followers would not know that)
Well, this morning I saw sugar in the morning.
I awoke to a cold, grey early morning. I couldn't see the cliffs a few hundred feet from me, much less the lake. All was covered by a heavy mist. That mist had formed ice on the shrubs surrounding my campsite, giving all a sugary appearance, making it truly a frosty, if not a frosting morning.
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And it's been much warmer in AZ but not so interesting. The lake is beautiful here though.
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