When I awoke this morning, the white pine in my back border looked as if it had been flocked like an indoor Christmas tree. In fact all of the evergreens had been touched with Jack's frosty brush.
...to the perennials...
...and the grasses as well.
But Jack's magic didn't last long. By midday, the sun had melted all traces of his visit much to my dismay. Here’s hoping you come back soon, Jack. The garden is waiting.
By Karen Geisler
By Karen Geisler
5 comments:
I love your frosty images and I bet you would have guessed I would living here in the frost capital of the East. It is so much more to be appreciated elsewhere because it does not happen as frequently as it does all winter at the misty Falls. But you get your share of snow and cold wind! I used to attend the Housewares Show in Chicago in January, so I got a huge dose of your bitter season each year. I was only to Chicago once in summer, but my memories remind me it is a really nice place.
Thanks! I have visited your area only once but I really enjoyed it. By the way, really liked your post on the fighting cardinals!!
How pretty! Please, please, please, send Father Frost our way! I left my perennials uncut and hope to see them with a sugary coating!
Stay warm and have a lovely Christmas!
Tatyana -- I'll be sure to send Father Frost your way the next time I see him! Hope you have a very merry Christmas!!!
These pictures are wonderful, how charming can a lovely garden be, covered by snow on a cold sunny morning!
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