So it was 16°F this morning.

It was very lovely, I'm really starting to enjoy the cold.

The sprinklers at my school were apparently on and they froze the grass and a nearby pine tree. I wish I had taken a picture.

My friend picked some ice off of a pine needle and stuck it in her mouth.

First I laughed at her, and then I picked some off for myself and slipped it onto my tongue.

The taste was surprisingly strong. I expected it to be softer and more subtle, but it was as if the North Pole was bustling and thriving inside my mouth.

Despite that, I spit it out.

So it's safe to say that I have now eaten tree ice.