Jack’s French cousin’s icy fingers have been at work in the night,
touching everything in sight. ‘Une forte gelée’ is the result
as a layer crunches underfoot and icicles melt, as the first rays
of the sun transform this magical world.
Yesterday we were discussing whether to plant potatoes, or to wait
longer, for the winter has been mild when compared with last year
and we’ve escaped frosts and ice – who could have guessed one was
Yet as with all that nature brings, it quickly vanishes – a fleeting
delicate thing – the tiny crystals lived but for an instant in this
landscape that shimmers and glistens.