The world was so beautiful this morning…just the most incredible sights across the fields as we drove to nursery….

The garden was covered in white tendrils, clinging to everything…

A sugary coating that continued across the valley….

I stopped in several gateways to try and capture the beauty of the sunrise…

…and the white fields everywhere…

…the hills all frosty, reaching far beyond….

…on the Common the colours of the pink sky and white slopes was stunning….

…is there anything more beautiful in the morning than a perfect, crisp field and the sun rising high in the sky behind…?

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood…How coldly burns our sun. One would say its rays of light are shards of snow…One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes.”
Roman Payne