Jack Frost was super-busy last night. He gave our village a full-on dusting.
All these white-themed photos were taken this morning on our way back from walking to school.
I love that this cobweb is like lace.
I made this little decorative gift tag from air-drying clay at the weekend and thought it looked pretty hung in our Greengage tree.
The roof of our neighbours car was sparkling in the sunhine.
This photo doesn’t do this tree justice – it was even more immense than usual this morning.
This is our washing line – coated in frost.
And this is our trampoline net. I’d like to think it looks a little like Tiffany diamonds.
This plant looked so pretty, with the outline of frost on the jewel coloured leaves.
This Scots pine tree always leaves me standing and staring in awe.
This afternoon, Little Man T and myself went blackberry picking. Again. This time, there were plenty more of these jewels peeking out of the hedgerow than last time. I have to tell myself to stop picking blackberries. I become a little bit obsessed. Any glimpse of a shiny, almost black, juicy heavy berry and my reaction is like an Olympian runner off the start line. When we returned home, I picked a few pears off the tree in the garden, steamed them with a sniff of cinnamon and gently heated a handful of berries with a little water and a heavy spoonful of sugar, until they were syrupy. Served together, still warm, they’re juicy, sweet and comforting.
Also whilst we were out, I managed to take a few quick pictures in the churchyard opposite our home. I’m no photographer, however on looking at them on my computer this evening, some of them were quite surprising. The colours, textures and shapes, I think, are just lovely. See what you think.
This last image is my favourite. When you’re actually stood under the canopy of this pine tree, its like being under a blanket. And I think this shade of green has to be one of my favourites.
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