The sun is out with not a cloud in sight and the outside world has been given a gentle dusting by dear Jack whilst we were asleep. If you look very closely it could be mistaken for granulated sugar just like the rim of a martini glass. I am nice and cosy inside the flat, being warmed by the sun and the heating, listening to Desert Island Discs and making space for my sewing machine on the table whilst Mr M is outside with the fire pit going for extra warmth, pottering about with his wood and being distracted by Blue.Watch those whiskers, Mr B!
I love your photographs of the frost, so delicate.............. the collage reminds me of one of those very expensive and beautifully produced gardening catalogues, like the ones you get from R.K.Aliston....................
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