Ragtag Saturday: Frosted fields

It was -3 degrees in the night. It was still -3 degrees, at nearly nine o’clock in the morning. But I started my walk anyway. Right here in the garden, next to this hellebore.

Here were the pleasures of scrunching through crisp, frosty grass.  Through small puddles, frozen solid.  Watching long shadows extend the trunks of trees across the width of a field.  Sheep doing their best to scratch a breakfast from the hoary grass.  Bracken with delicately rimed edges.  A car on the roadside, blinded by Jack Frost’s artwork.

The sun rose and despite the cold, quickly burnt off the chilly white from the fields. The newborn lambs, which I’d hoped to spot in West Tanfield had been kept indoors – I could hear their plaintive bleating in  barn.  Instead – winter blossom, catkins, and a sky-blue sky.

This is my contribution to Ragtag Daily Prompt: Frosted.  And though I walked on a Wednesday, posted on a Saturday, to Jo’s Monday Walk.

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26 thoughts on “Ragtag Saturday: Frosted fields”

  1. Oh, so pretty, in chilly sort of way! I do love those frosty conditions, for picture taking, if nothing else. The bottom row of b&w photos really appeal to me–love the tire marks!

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  2. That’s a lovely hellebore – almost primrose yellow. I accidentally killed my favourite two last year by going away and leaving them – one of them was a similar colour. It’s funny how often they seem to be looking at one another.

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  3. Beautiful! I, like others, like the tyre tracks. At first glance, I thought it was a reflection in a mirror – so symmetrical. I miss that cold winter weather – it’s stickily warm where I am and forecast to get downright hot.

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