I was talking on my garden blog about the beauty of frosty mornings. I remember getting up to go to work when still living at my Mum's house. The window panes were always covered with patterns in ice. There was no heat in the house except for a coal fire in the living room. Dad had the job of getting up and stoking the fire. It was chilly at best. When I was first married we spent some time there at my parents home. They gave us their bedroom for the duration. Well my husband being American had not dealt with unheated houses. He would get undressed and dressed best he could under the covers. What a wimp. To put it delicately he chose to have a "poe" under the bed rather than go downstairs to the unheated bathroom. He thought it was quicker if somewhat cumbersome. I could not tell him how to use it, being a woman...... and he was not about to ask Dad. I would roll around laughing as he literally froze his arse off. It would have been quicker to go downstairs.
I digress.............when I was young and going to work in the mornings, those lovely crisp days were a joy. Maybe not at the time, but I appreciate the experience now its over. It was beautiful though without a doubt. I have chosen a few pictures that I have found on the web as because I could never capture the scenes myself at the moment.
The scene I recalled was me walking along the path to the road and seeing the cobwebs frozen on the hedges. It was so pretty and my breath was in the air, my nose tingling with cold already, a scarf wrapped around my face. I don't even bother with a coat anymore.
I had to walk to the bus stop and pass the fields on my way. These pictures evoke such memories. They are not mine and I apologize if I have not given credit to the owners as none were listed
I took a short cut to the bus stop down the "little lane" past cow pastures and fields. Often the frost was so thick on the trees it could have been snow.
(by photontrappist)
Standing waiting for a bus on a cold November day was as cold as I have ever been. I have never been so cold here in Michigan even in sub zero temps. Somehow the cold in England gets in the bones.
When the morning was full of hoare frost then it was indeed magic. I seldom see frost like this here in Michigan and so it makes me think of home and those cold cold days before heated homes. Great memories and I really do not know why except that it was a more simple time. A more honest time somehow.
I had to walk to the bus stop and pass the fields on my way. These pictures evoke such memories. They are not mine and I apologize if I have not given credit to the owners as none were listed
I took a short cut to the bus stop down the "little lane" past cow pastures and fields. Often the frost was so thick on the trees it could have been snow.
(by photontrappist)
Standing waiting for a bus on a cold November day was as cold as I have ever been. I have never been so cold here in Michigan even in sub zero temps. Somehow the cold in England gets in the bones.
When the morning was full of hoare frost then it was indeed magic. I seldom see frost like this here in Michigan and so it makes me think of home and those cold cold days before heated homes. Great memories and I really do not know why except that it was a more simple time. A more honest time somehow.
