Today it's snowy and blowy and cold, enough to shut down the Long Island Expressway and bring out the global warming deniers. Roundabout Exit 151 I'd say we got about 9 inches (23 cm) of light, fluffy snow, which compacted down to about 6 inches (15 cm). The snow day delayed sending out the wee sock I knit for Adrienne, pictured below with a New Jersey quarter.
After I shoveled out, I saw Angela Kelly's beautiful photographs of soap bubbles on snow, so of course I had to try it. She used a sturdy, no-pop bubble recipe that includes corn syrup; I just ran outside with some leftover bubble solution that was a favor at a summer wedding.
The soap bubbles were quite fragile. Most popped on contact with the snow. The few that lasted started out clear, but rapidly occluded, like a car window fogging up, as the one pictured below. When the wind blew, its surface rippled like a thin plastic bag.
The wind blew harder and the surface began to cave in.
Then – pop! Aww.... The bubble pieces were pliable, like shreds of thin plastic, but they melted like snowflakes. I could hold them with gloved fingers, but not with bare fingers. According to the radio, the temperature was 16° F (-8.8° C), but it felt warmer to me. My bubbles never became glass-like – they tore rather than shattered and didn't make any noises I could discern.
I want to try again, next time with corn syrup!
Here's a parting photo of the wee sock, a mini version of Sockdolager. The wee sock has a similar stitch pattern and Fleegle heel, but no cuff ribbing (oops). It's an intentional singleton, so I suppose it's my first FO of 2014.