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Yesterday when I woke the frost was so heavy on the grassy meadow behind our house it looked like a light pattering of snow had fallen in the night.

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By the time I went out the sun had risen beyond the hills and streamed down through the trees.

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I’d forgotten gloves and my fingers were freezing but I kept walking, snapping up photographs of things I found and wanted to share, like the frost-laced fronds and mushroom below . . .

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Or the old upturned tree stump, lined with moss and dusted in frost . . .

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. . . and the mossy tree branches . . .

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and lichen-spotted tree limbs.

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I loved the light filtering through the trees . . .

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. . .  and the Spanish moss dripping from the branches . . .

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Mostly I loved how each oak tree is so unique and elegantly shaped.

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Finally, on the walk back, I loved seeing my home nestled among the hills and oak groves, and the man I loved waiting for my return.

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