Saturday, 9 January 2021

Frosty

I nipped out into the back garden to take some photos.

I remember this poem from my childhood.

Jack Frost by Cecily E. Pike 

Look out! look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He's after our fingers and toes;
And, all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where nobody knows. 



He'll climb each tree,
So nimble is he,
His silvery powder he'll shake;
To windows he'll creep,
And while we're asleep,
Such wonderful pictures he'll make. 



Across the grass
He'll merrily pass,
And change all its greenness to white;
Then home he will go,
And laugh, “Ho! ho! ho!
What fun I have had in the night!”


As I write this blog, there's snow on the ground and it's snowing again.  The pretty sort of snow. It feels like being in one of those snow globes.

Thanks for joining me today.
Bernice

1 comment:

  1. Amazingly beautiful pictures! This post is a wonderful respite from the news and reminds me that 'full circle' is a re-newing word. Our gardens are asleep, knowing they will awake from this beautiful crystal dream world into a beautiful dew sparkled green world full of new life and re-newed spirit.

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