I got up (in a bit of a huff if I'm honest), looked outside and saw that Jack Frost had been at work. I had plenty to do at home, but had a bit of a 'sod it' moment, and so donned boots, my fluffy cardi and a scarf (yes I had other clothes on too - I'm not that brave, and neither is the rest of the world at large!!) and, after feeding Charlie Cat and Charlie Chicken, let a deliriously happy Hooligan Hound out into the field.
Ooh it was so beautiful. The kind of morning when the clarity of light is diamond sharp and the frost is so heavy it stands up in discernible crystals on leaves and fences.
The ground was hard, but the watery winter sun had already begun to thaw it in places. In patches it was slushy. In another few steps where a shadow fell, it was crunchy. Slunchy maybe?
Here's some pics:-
I love the way these ivy leaves were edged with frost, like someone had taken a glitter pen to outline them.
Needless to say my mood had improved when I got home. Another mug of coffee, a trawl through blogland and a browse through my photographs and I was as good as new!
Can't say the same about my poor old boots though!!
See you soon! xxx