I do love an overnight frost and sun the next day. If only for the amazing ice shapes you can get out in the garden.
I snapped a few last weekend, delirious with excitement to see the sunshine. (While the poor old hubby was working away on the pond removal job…)
A few apples failed to fall off the trees and are just hanging on and rotting away. They’re irresistible to the parakeets from the park, who swing by, shrieking away, and grab a few bites, before retiring to a neighbour’s birch tree, which is their preferred resting place. We should probably count ourselves lucky they don’t like to perch here.
In the beds, my hardy old wallflower (Erysimum ‘Bowles Mauve’) is still putting out new flowers, even now in December. The Mexican daisies (Erigeron karvinskianus) are hanging on strong too; they’ve increased hugely over the last year and are dripping over the low stone wall looking as wonderful as I had imagined they would.
We’re taking the opportunity of the pond removal to get rid of an old, brown, shaggy, overgrown conifer that was planted behind it, and the great streams of ivy that were growing up it. We’ve battled ivy before, and I know now that the only possible answer is glysophate on the stump, but I really hate to use chemicals in the garden. Still, it’s either that or spend the rest of our weekends endlessly cutting it back in the hope it finally gives up.
It’s great for the birds, of course, and I love the look of the amazing seedheads, but it soon gets a stranglehold and kills off all its neighbours.
The magnolia in the front garden already has those adorable fluffy buds, and it reminds me that soon enough Spring will be here once again. I’m not really a fan of winter, I realise as I get older. I love the clear, crisp, blue sky days, of course, and the rare moment of snow, but the lack of sunshine really gets me down and I feel increasingly lethargic and sluggish as weeks pass by with only grey skies and rain. I’m sure it’s something to do with age, I don’t remember giving two shits about lack of sunshine in my 20s. I was probably too busy going out drinking in trendy clubs and sleeping in late. Sigh.
9 thoughts on “Frosty mornings and blue skies”
I have missed blue skies of late – grey grey everywhere (still!) Loving the icy shots especially x
The Bowles’s Mauve are providing colour in our garden too. Wonderful frosty icy shots.
the frost is wonderful, i haven’t experienced any other season other than summer since october 2014, despite some extensive travel this year
Ivy is a real terror and so persistent. I give ours a chop twice a year to keep it under control but my neighbour doesn’t and insists on threading it through the trellis, where occasionally it falls into my secateurs… oops! 😉 Lovely frosty shots x
I do love a nice frosty ice, but I must admit that Winter is messing with my running adventures. If we got some more ice and even snow though, it could be forgiven.
it’s always lovely coming here. you take beautiful shots
We’ve only had one frosty morning so far but it did kill off all the fuchsia flowers!
I saw the magnolia buds on the trees recently and it brought a smile to my face also, the little parcel of promise that the winter will be done and spring will return.
I know what you mean about winter and I could quite happily hibernate through the worst of the weather … but also like you blue skies on frosty mornings to lift my spirits. That said, SO FAR this winter in Normandy has been ridiculously mild (I even saw a butterfly yesterday) although recent falling night-time temperatures have meant a couple of slight frosts. I fear we may see more of what winter has to offer in the New Year. Popping by VERY late from #HDYGG