Frosty.

I am not a winter person at all. I suffer from cold fingers and nose and toesies, I struggle with the lack of sunlight and I suffocate under all the layers of clothing.

But there is something seriously magical about the mid winter frosty mornings we've been having lately. The paddocks blanketed in white, the crunch underfoot and the way the ice seems almost hairy on the leaves and trees.

Having a dog to walk has made us enjoy the frosty mornings, rather than just look at them through the windows. Having a dog has made us get up early, rug up in all our winter woollies and get out amongst it. We've crunched across the grassy paddocks, smashed up frozen puddles, admired the glittery leaves and rubbed our fingers along prickly branches.

It's been glorious, but so seriously cold that I've had to carry my camera inside my jacket or it's stopped working. Freeeeeeezing!

So seriously cold that the chook water has frozen in the pipes. Icy!!

And then we've watched as the sun slowly came over the tops of the trees and warmed the earth and melted the frost. We've heard it trickle down branches and we've played with the ice blocks we've found in mugs and containers we've left outside.

And then we've come home and enjoyed steaming, hot cups of coffee and bowls of porridge. Warming our hands and our tummies. And the brilliant, sparkly winter sunshine that fills our newly white house and our days is simply divine.

Happy sparkly day my friends.
Winter solstice has passed, I think we might go and plant some onions.
What are you up to?


xx