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Oh what a Beautiful Morning
Not like me at all, but this morning I was up at 7.15 and by 8.00 I was walking up the lane with my camera. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
heleninwales is a bad influence on me, obviously.
There was such a heavy frost that all the trees were sugar-sprinkled and sparkling in the early light.
Our road dwindles into a farm track. Once upon a time, before Blind Jack of Knaresborough built our turnpike road, this was the main road from Denby to Holmfirth and on mornings like this you can still see ghosts of farm carts and the occasional mail coach.
I've been amazed by tales of mevennen's daffodils. This is why we don't have daffodils yet. the poor little things are struggling against hard frosts. They've barely stuck their heads above the ground.
heleninwales is a bad influence on me, obviously.There was such a heavy frost that all the trees were sugar-sprinkled and sparkling in the early light.
Our road dwindles into a farm track. Once upon a time, before Blind Jack of Knaresborough built our turnpike road, this was the main road from Denby to Holmfirth and on mornings like this you can still see ghosts of farm carts and the occasional mail coach.
I've been amazed by tales of mevennen's daffodils. This is why we don't have daffodils yet. the poor little things are struggling against hard frosts. They've barely stuck their heads above the ground.