A Frosty December Morning

I knew that it was a frosty December morning outside. As the sun rose up through the spruce and oak trees, every glistening bit of frost was lit up like tiny lights. More enchanting than snowflakes it seemed. Every moment that went by the sun got a bit higher. It highlighted every leaf, every branch and everything that had been kissed by this frosty morning coating.

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So much to capture before the sun melted all of this thick, natural glitter. The small scalloped leaves leftover on the low growing perennials. The oak leaves left on the lawn. Acorns and beech nuts scattered on the ground. Hydrangea blossoms left on the branches.

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Even what seemed to be weeds in the field turned into diamond studded treasures at dawn.

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Goldenrod in the field.

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The last of the rosebuds still suspended upon the shrubs. Buds that had formed in November when the days were unusually warm. They dried in place, preserved before they could fully open.

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Rosa rugosa…
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‘Heritage’ rose.

Bold red winterberries looked as if they were coated in a sweet, sparkly  coating. So striking against the grey and brown landscape. Some of the only color left around here.

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Winter berries…

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Structural elements in the garden looked beautiful as well. The chicken wire that we used as a pea fence, the trellis and the arbors. All shining in the morning sunlight.

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The farm was aglow with frost too. Fence posts and electric wires dipped in this dazzling December frost. The cows breath was steamy as they reached for their hay through the cold metal bars.

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Every shrub and bush was touched by this frosty morning. As the sun rose, the ice crystals began to melt. I dashed around the garden for a few moments trying to capture the essence of this frosty December morning.

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The field grass appeared to be spun silver. As if one could ball it up like yarn and knit it into a fine metallic cloak. Then, all at once the frost began to disappear into mist.

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The frosty rail.

Just wanted to share this gleaming beauty with all of you this week. The seasons change and with them come endless dramatic phenomena. Since that busy morning that I captured these photos, we have had two storm systems float through. It has really become quite messy. Soon there will be garden planning and seed orders to think about. But, for now there is a welcome rest from gardening outdoors. Until next time…

Hilary|Everlongardener

7 thoughts on “A Frosty December Morning”

  1. Beautiful! Do you know the ephemeral photography of Andy Goldsworthy? Yours reminds me of his work.
    Cousin Susanna in Toronto

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