There is hardly a thing to see in the mornings as I open the curtains and lift up the blinds. Frost and mist obscure the landscape. It feels stone cold.
But I much prefer this sort of weather to the endless rain and when the sun manages to break through it looks lovely.
Every January, regardless of the weather, frost sleet or snow, this small tree bursts into pink blossom. It looks so delicate, but is obviously a lot tougher than I am!
Frost and sun patterning the lawn.