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I’ve been having a great time sharing the frost photos that I took not long ago and I hope you’ve been enjoying them.  To see an entire park covered with diamonds of frost is to encounter a beauty too great for words and almost impossible to share even through photos.  However, I can but try.  Just imagine this times all the leaves on the ground and you might have a glimpse of what I mean and saw.   Perhaps your heart will be as full as mine was.

December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory…
~John Geddes

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What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness?
~John Steinbeck–Travels with Charley: In Search of America

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I love finding the small beauties in the world and then photographing them. It’s too easy to see the big picture yet miss the individual pieces that make up that picture.  The park is full of these gems, in this case, gems made of ice.  However, I, unlike Stevie, don’t keep my visions to myself.  I share them with you!

Now here I go again, I see the crystal visions
Dreams, Stevie Nicks

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I am grateful for the silence of winter mornings, for the beauty and wonder of the glint of sunlight in frost melting to dew, for the early-riser’s peaceful solitude that sets a mood of thankfulness, hope, and calm for the dawning day.
~Terri Guillemets

Last week I finally got back to the park which, by itself, is a wonderful thing. But the second morning, Nikon in hand and phone in fanny pack, I found myself in a world edged with frost. I staggered from place to place, drunk on beauty, stopping constantly, crouching down, switching cameras, sometimes sitting on the path to get a closer shot…unless I was using my Nikon, in which case, because I had my telephoto, I had to take close-ups from about six feet away. The sun created sparkling, multi-colored diamonds in the grass and my heart was full.

But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.”
― Victoria Steele Logue, Redemption

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I’d never heard of this poem before.  But I came across it while searching for quotes about frost and fell in love with it.

Dream of the Tundra Swan

Dusk fell
and the cold came creeping,
came prickling into our hearts.
As we tucked beaks
into feathers and settled for sleep,
our wings knew.

That night, we dreamed the journey:
ice-blue sky and the yodel of flight,
the sun’s pale wafer,
the crisp drink of clouds.
We dreamed ourselves so far aloft
that the earth curved beneath us
and nothing sang but
a whistling vee of light.

When we woke, we were covered with snow.
We rose in a billow of white.”
― Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold

I have no idea what this is (input invited), but I love the delicate little waxy flowers and the graceful curves of the stem.  And doesn’t this quote from Shakespeare make you want to lie down on the bank he describes?

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. 
~William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream 

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A flower blossoms for its own joy. 
~Oscar Wilde

There have been many tragedies in the last few weeks, some brought about by weather, others by humans, in all part of the world.  Naturally, there’s much discussion.  That’s natural. What bothers me is the tenor of the discussion, whether in the media or on social media.  Aristotle had something to say many years ago that I think applies to all too many discussions these days.

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This isn’t just an example of a Friday flower, it’s a fabulously fantastical Friday flower from France.  🙂  I think my language nerd self is taking over: yesterday puns, today alliteration.  (There’s even an “The-Artist-Formerly-Known-As” reference.  What’s that all about??) Who knows what tomorrow might bring other than the weekend?  Whatever it brings to you, I hope it’s wonder-filled!

If anyone knows what this flower is, please let me know in your comment.  Thanks!

People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
~Iris Murdoch

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I love the smell of rain and growing things.
~Serina Hernandez

These days, I’m not sure “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” is true.  Many of today’s hybrid roses have no scent at all, something that brings me much sadness.  It’s true that they’re still beautiful, but appealing to only one sense is not nearly as wonderful as touching both sight and smell.

Although you can’t smell these French roses, (I haven’t figured out how to add smell to my posts, yet), I hope you enjoy the sight of them.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.
~Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib

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