a journal about my garden and my life: thoughts on the chaos, the glory, the surprises, the disasters, and the joys of life and my garden
Soft grey winter mist greeted the sun this morning. As the sun rose, a fine dusting of ice crystals winked and twinkled on every surface, frosting snow banks, coating the branches. It was as if new varieties of exotic flowers had emerged overnight, wintry blooms of white.Labels: hoarfrost, winter mist
posted by Kati at 12:21 p.m.
"I thank You God for most this amazing day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes"
--e.e. cummings
I am a writer, artist, gardener and wounded healer with a special interest in the natural world, the re-enchantment of design, and healthy, fabulous food. My home is my garden and workshop, and I use my travels as inspiration. I enjoy stepping off the beaten path to discover the unexpected and to re-connect with the awesome power of Nature to rejuvenate my soul.
1 Comments:
Do you know how long it takes to google hoarfrost and find something that's not a definition of it?
Purty pictures ;)
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