OK, so it's cold these mornings and you don't want to get out of bed. There's frost on the grass where the sunshine hasn't yet reached; it crackles under your slippers when you go out to feed the birds - and you wish you'd had the sense to put shoes on before you came out. Then you turn to go back into the house and there it is, something to gladden a grumpy heart, a spider's web encrusted with frozen dewdrops and sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds. The agapanthus head that you were too lazy to cut when the flower died has gained a new beauty, festooned with cobweb and more dewy diamonds. My camera didn't do them justice but I'm glad I got the photos anyway. Our little farmhouse has been taken over by suburbia and in the not-too-distant future it and this wonderland around it will be no more so I'm collecting memories. This one was too good to miss. Frosty mornings have their compensations. Bye for now until next time.