It’s been cold over the last few days and every morning the garden is covered in sparkling frost. In the shaded areas the icy blanket remains in place around the clock turning everything in its grip silver-white. A sharp frost usually means bright sunny days and cloudless blue skies followed by ebony black nights filled with stars. These are my favourite days of winter, cold, crisp and clear.
This morning tiny icicle fingers were clinging to the orange blossoms
The wild Ivy was dusted in diamond frosting