Jack Frost At Play

Jack Frost
Author Unknown

A pretty brook was running at play
With little Jack Frost on a cold winter’s day.
It stopped to rest at the foot of a hill
Making a pond all quiet and still.
“Aha!” said Jack Frost, “Now isn’t that nice?”
And quickly he turned the water to ice.

We’ve had a lot of snow and cold weather here the past couple of weeks, but for three nights in a row we had freezing fog. The temperature was horrid but the results from it were beautiful!

I just never realised how many spiders we have on the conservatory! Thankfully they are all outside! lol!

Nope, those aren’t thorns on that bush, it’s all ice!

The photos don’t really do justice to how beautiful everything was. All the trees were white; coated with icy armor. It was breathtaking but unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me then!


Lest We Forget: Rememberance Day

In Flanders Fields
– John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.