With a little help
Even the lowliest weed
Can become transformed!
The photo above is of a weed in my lawn, covered in sparkling dew drops. This would be frost, in a colder climate.
The other day I woke up to a silent, white world.
No, it hadn’t snowed (it doesn’t get cold enough in CT, except on top of the mountains!)
It was Fog! – or a low-lying cloud – same thing.
I walked round the garden taking photos of the trees blending into the cloud in the distance.
It was much quieter than usual, as the mist deadened the sound of birdsong and traffic.
By lunchtime the sun came out and that was the end of the eerie white world.
Still, it was a marvellous *Misty Moisty Morning, while it lasted!
*My Mum used to say this nursery rhyme to my kids when they were little.