Nipping at my fingers certainly nipped at my tea table near the greenhouse door. The patterning is stunning
As I walked around the garden this morning thinking about how ugly and destructive Covid is and yet the Frost appeared so lovely. I enjoyed the cold breathe of air after breakfast by the Aga. I miss my family my children my grandchildren I hate a virus dictating my choices of movement.
I am seeing no-one this Christmas though I am all vaccinated and 70% protected
Now the watery sun tries hard to penetrate the rolls of mist unfurling down the hills getting ready to encompass all my space.