This morning was sunny and cold. I was in a hurry as I started to load up my car but I had to stop and get out my camera. The delicate ice tracery of frost had changed what was a wet and mushy garden into a photo opportunity that wasn’t going to last long in the sunshine.

The crystalline structures on the top rail of my fence were like a frosty lining of fur and the creeping thyme became bunches of miniature white roses. My neighbor’s unraked leaves received a fresh coat of white paint before they melted back into a soggy mess; compost for next year’s growth.

Like compost, these images grab moments of time, sitting and fermenting in my mind until they are called on to bring forth nutrients for the next inspiration.

frost on the fence rail

and on the creeping thyme