I’m a big fan of winter. The colder, the better. There is something magical about the crystals that form in the air and gently gather, covering everything in a blanket of white. Even more beautiful and rare is the hoar frost that can cover leaves and limbs. The delicate structures capture the light and send it gleaming in prismatic brilliance.
I know winter isn’t everybody’s cup of tea, but I’m so very grateful for the beauty that is found on a winter’s frosty morning.
