The nights are cold and any puddles left behind by past rains are now frozen hard in the morning, ripples and all.
The morning landscape is enshrouded in a ghostly white coat.
Every blade of grass dressed as if for a wedding.
Every drop of water transforms to a bead of ice, sparkling in the dimness like a little light.
Blue sky above, clouds below. It's good to remember how close the sun is.
|This felt luminary was made by my niece, who would be happy to teach you how on her delightful blog.|
A little light to ward off the miasma.