A beautiful cold morning.Initials scraped into the ice on the window of our van.
All the seasonal vegetation in the last throws of life.
A lone leaf hanging on.
And chickens loving the scraps from the garden clean up.
Parsley that keeps growing, though I think the frost may have had it's say.
The garden beds, cold, lonely, bare and waiting.
Here's hoping that the rosemary over winters better than last year.
Crystals of ice coating the dogs water bowl.
Forgotten and now rotten, desperate to cling to it perch.
Frosted pine, a true winter scene.
A view of the early morning yard through the eyes of our 3 year old.
Winter is upon us with all it's glory and beauty.
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