You can almost hear the tinkle of the crystals . . .

A glance out the window this morning as I got up saw the garden covered in a frosted mantle of white . . . sparking glitter glass . . .  each branch and errant leaf and twig, blade and seed pod seemingly dusted with shards of candied sugar . . .

So beautiful to the eye.

The magic lies in what is not seen by the eye . . . the roots and bulbs waiting their hour beneath all the crystal lace which gilds the surface just a few inches above where they lay asleep . . .

The ground beneath is already pregnant with potential life . . . under this sheath of crystal ice lies all the glory of the spring and summer to come . . .

The blue steeples of  the delphinium, crimson poppies and pink peonies . . . the lupins of May and the roses of June . . . they sleep and wait . . .

 

This shroud of glass they wear at the moment . . . it is no shroud of death that wraps the silent garden that sleeps.

A warm feathery eiderdown devised by Nature for her own secret purposes . . .

Tree has blossomed overnight . . . each twig frozen and garlanded with crystal sprays that sparkle in the light of sun . . . like precious jewels.  Each sprig and leaf tipped with buds of rime . . .

Winter's strange burgeonings . . . as beautiful and as lovely as the tender buds of a springtime display of flowering plum . . . or the cherry petal snow of May . . .

And on the frosted panes I can trace with fingertip, where silver branches interlace and twine together . . . a fairy orchard white with frost, embossed on pane of glass . . . here but for a moment, and then in the next . . . gone  . . .

Was it ever really here . . .

 

It's Joshie's Birthday today!  Happy Birthday Josh!  Josh is my middle son's middle son!  That has to be lucky!   Out of all my grandchildren, he is the only ginger in the bunch.    I am sure it is the Scottish in him, as well his paternal grandfather is a ginger and there was always ginger in my ex husbands moustache so there is a recessive ginger gene there.  All I know is he is a delightful little boy and I love to facetime with him!  I can't wait to hear if he liked his pressie ot not!   

A thought to carry with you through today  . . .


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Spiritual Enlightenment

In The English Kitchen today.  Hot Cocoa Cookies.  Oh boy, these are good.  Like cookie brownies topped with more chocolate and a melted marshmallow cloud.  Yum!

Have a blessed Sunday!  Stay safe and stay warm.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!