My goodness! It has been below 0 degrees here all week. We are in the middle of a stunningly beautiful, but bitter, hoar frost, where the frost is so thick it just won’t defrost! Look at my beautiful old ash, big tree. He is glistening against such a pale, icy sky.
Everything, with the smallest amount of moisture is frozen, and creates beauty everywhere.
This was the day previous. Cold and crisp and a beautiful day for a walk. My house is at the top of the hill, behind my little family. The last house you can see.
I love to watch little b chatting away about everything she sees with such appreciative eyes to her daddy.
She is such good friends with our aged tinky who we all love. She keeps giving poor tink orders beyond her capabilities, like – sing, tinky! Or clap, tinky…. It’s very amusing.
B’s favourite game is hide and seek at the minute, or more realistic, if I put my hands over my eyes you can’t see me! We played a very happy but obvious game of hiding…
Aroo keeps popping up in very useful places…. Helping us out with everyday things that b likes to have tantrums about at the moment.
He is a godsend!
Day 2 of the frost was very grizzly to start with…
Poor aunty s’ ducks and geese must have felt the chill next door.
Our water bucket was frozen solid. I took little b outside to feed the birds and she wasn’t happy!!
She did some inspecting and was still looking for daddy’s tomatoes in the green house.
Thankfully, we got all our roses in the ground in time before the frost came. Mum and dad have dug many, many roses up and provided my sister and I a beautiful bevy of them to look lovely next summer. It feels like such a long way away!
We fed our birds currents and seeds and made sure they had plenty of water….
De-icing our water carrier. It’s still going strong!!
And came back inside quickly after little b fell over a frozen mole hill.
By 3pm, the frost was still unchanged.
And our garden was a beautiful winter wonderland.
But too cold to play in.
That evening, our local colliery band played Christmas carols in the library. B is so at home there. It’s such a wonderful safe place for her and the ladies that work there all know her so well now.
Even granddad got dragged along!
And daddy came too and met us there when he finished work. Lovely. Just lovely.
Today, there is no change! Each blade of grass is coated in icing sugary frost still. I love it!
Intricate patterns and beauty usually unnoticed everywhere!
And once again I find myself being ever so thankful for my modest, yet rich with beauty, life.