Back from England’s coldest winter since, it’s said, 1890-something and from a double dose of the flu, I looked outside my window to find judy doing the honorable thing: shooting the garden with its cover of snow and with the icy lacing of frost on every twig and branch.
With rain, mist or drizzle in the air and the temperature just below freezing, every surface – including the driveway and steps, of course– becomes covered in ice and, looks classically wintery. But step outside, and it’s no fun at all.
But this is the moment to get out with a camera and capture it.
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