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A Stroll in the Garden

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime. -Thomas Hood

Winter December 2022

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Winter December 2022

It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it. -John Burroughs

Winter December 2022

“Frost grows on the window glass, forming whorl patterns of lovely translucent geometry.

Breathe on the glass, and you give frost more ammunition.

Now it can build castles and cities and whole ice continents with your breath’s vapor.

In a few blinks you can almost see the winter fairies moving in . . .

But first, you hear the crackle of their wings.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Winter December 2022

“Willows bordered the path, like women bent in mourning, their branches shod in ice and brushing the soft white ground like strands of hair. Flowers and shrubs of every variety overflowed their beds, all of them white with frost, a world made of snow and glass, a garden of ghosts.” ― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

Winter December 2022

Remember the goodness of God in the frost of adversity. -Charles Spurgeon

Winter December 2022

“I run on a thousand chandeliers, as each blade sparkles with frost; a river of glass underfoot. It is as though the elements are reversed: sky is ground and ground is sky, and I am running on the pinheads of constellations, leaping from star to frosted star.” ― Elizabeth-Jane Burnett, The Grassling

Winter December 2022

“The world looks like something God had just imagined for His own pleasure, doesn’t it? Those trees look as if I could blow them away with a breath–pouf! I’m so glad I live in a world where there are white frosts, aren’t you?” ― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

Winter December 2022

“At the darkest time of year, Lord Yule laid down his beard of snow and cloak of frost and ice to illuminate the gloom.” ― Stewart Stafford

Winter December 2022

It was a black and white day of frost, which crawled along the dark trees and outlined twig and branch. The air was misty, and distant objects assumed a mysterious importance. Slight sounds, too, suggested infinite activities to the mind.

(“A Tribute Of Souls”) ― Robert S. Hichens

Winter December 2022

Stay healthy.

Stay safe.

Keep smiling.

See the world around you!