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| Footprints in the frost |
Some days are grey. Some are damp. And then you get that occasional gorgeous blue sky day where you wake up to find that Jack Frost has been playing in the garden.
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| Frosty leaves |
These are my favourite autumn days. Days when you quickly pull on many layers and grab a cuppa to warm your hands. Days when you can see the animal runs through the ice tipped grass and wonder about the creatures that left them.
Days when you know that if you don't hurry the sun will soon melt the crisp frosting and return the land back to soggy, damp mush.
But, for just a short time, it is glorious.
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