Jack Frost was doing his thing, lovely hairy frost.
The type that glitters as you walk past.
Has meant lots of layering up, gloves and huggingly by the heaters in the studio.
Sunlight through our beech trees.
Frozen hips of Rosa Rugosa.
Frozen candelabra in the border.
Has also resulted in a much needed tidy up.
When I got too cold I put loud 80’s anthems on and danced around.