Jack Frost

Jack had been out early which meant I and the scraper had to do battle with Jack and his handiwork! Its ok, herself has the garage

Someone painted pictures on my
Windowpane last night --
Willow trees with trailing boughs
And flowers, frosty white,

And lovely crystal butterflies;
But when the morning sun
Touched them with its golden beams,
They vanished one by one.

- Helen Bayley Davis, Jack Frost