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We had the most fairyland-ish hoarfrost yesterday. It covered everything, even the clotheslines, in a magical white that didn’t look like stabbing spikes from a distance.

Hoarfrost in Central Minnesota, February 4, 2012

Hoarfrost in Central Minnesota, February 4, 2012

Stabbing spikes of hoarfrost in Central Minnesota, February 4, 2012

Stabbing spikes of hoarfrost in Central Minnesota, February 4, 2012

The stabbing spikes were more for show than pain. All I had to do was blow on them and they fell to the ground.

Whenever we have hoarfrost, and it usually happens once or twice a winter at least, my mind jumps to wordplay and the fact that “hoar” sounds like “whore.” How many people misspell hoarfrost as whorefrost? What kind of story could be written using whorefrost as the subject? What makes a whore frosty? Could it be that people with frosty personalities have a spikiness to them that mimics hoarfrost? I’m sure you, like me, pictured the fictional whore of Whorefrost as spiky rather than pristine white and beautiful. Why not flip the stereotype on its head?