Jack Frost came to visit last night, draping his icy fingers across the countryside. With a heavy touch, he transformed the fields and ditches, roads and gardens, into a winter wonderland. Not quite as wondrous as snow but enough to make it fell and look like winter.
Haws and berries were turned into Christmas decorations - a tad early perhaps but why shouldn't Mother Nature join the festive rush?
Leaves were etched with tiny ice crystals
and brambles frozen where they grew
Icy buds became Murano glass
I swear I heard the prune leaves fall with a sigh on the frozen grass below.