another hoarfrosty morning
It's so lovely, when every branch and twig, every long needle on the pine trees, and the short blunt one on the fir and spruce, are lightly coated in white frost! It's one of those moments here today. It never lasts, so it is that much more to be enjoyed and appreciated. I am doing so now, in a warm house, breakfast beside me, James Galway playing over the bubbling fish tank and the tocking clocks, and the low hissing fireplace fan... I am one of the lucky ones. Sign in to see full entry.