I woke up very early two mornings ago to a deep frost in my garden. Many of the plants have been cut down, but I was able to get some pleasing shots of the frost here and there.
"Hoarfrost Waxes Bolder" Photo © Margaret Buffie
Summer is gone with all its roses,
Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
It's warm air and refreshing showers:
And even Autumn closes.
Yea, Autumn's chilly self is going,
And winter comes which is yet colder;
Each day the hoarfrost waxes bolder
And the last buds cease blowing.
Christina Rossetti, "Bitter for Sweet".
Christina Rossetti, "Bitter for Sweet".