Frost is a natural phenomenon that Canadians are quite familiar with. Air saturated with water vapour freezes into intricate patterns on contact with frigid surfaces. The scientific term for this is sublimation. The days of waking up in the morning to windows covered in Jack Frost’s ice paintings happen less and less owing to better insulation in modern windows.
I have fond memories of sharing a room with my big sister, and opening my eyes in the morning to contemplate frost patterns on the windows.
This window frame, with some wonderful coloured glass, came from my family homestead, framing the artwork in both time and space. The sight of the frosted windows, perhaps unreasonably, gives me a warm feeling of being held by my family.
In very little time we’ve moved from a world of Laura Ingles Wilder to the land of the Jetsons. But that is as it should be. I am more than happy to live where I do and when I do, somewhere between what’s old and what’s new.