Frost, at last

At last the ground was frozen this morning. Crisp crunchy sounds with every step and a feast of tiny crystal flakes of different shapes and sizes popped up here, there and everywhere.

Morning walk

It’s that time of year when the trees are silhouettes that let the light through the branches, the mist hovers over the fields, the sunshine tries to break through. Time to wrap up and hear the ground crackle under the walking boots.