I love the summer with all the sun, the small animals in my garden, the long summer evenings and all the flowers.
Winter has come and everything is shrouded in a fine layer of ice. In the morning it is so cold you can see your breath, and your cheeks instantly get a rosy glow. The lantern at my front door has produced the finest lacey ice crystals.
In the backyard there were ice on everything too.
All the bushes and all the dead flowers look so pretty when they shroud themselves in a layer of frost.