A Frosty Friday
Well, it was late in the evening when the frosty mists crept up from the river bottom and began to cover the valley and the hills.
On Saturday the silver rime brought beauty to each leaf and flower and branch it touched.....
A troop of Quail came to dine in such an exquisite fairyland.
and a sharp shinned hawk arrived to admire the artistry - I think that was his purpose, - the little birds didn't seem too alarmed at his presence