Jack Frost

Look out! Look out!
Jack Frost is about!
He's after your fingers and toes;
And all through the night,
The gay little sprite
Is working where no body 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've had in the night.

By C.E.Pike

He certainly sprinkled his magic round here last night.
We woke to a beautiful winter wonderland.    No snow, but but everything covered in a thick layer of frost.
Just magical.
( It did take me 10 mins. to defrost the car this morning!  Minus 5C)

I hope they still teach children this lovey little poem today.

Collage of some photos taken in our garden.