I was so excited to awake this November morning and see the glorious sight of the first frost on the ground. The back garden covered in frozen dew with the edges of the autumn foliage glimmering, as dawn began to break. Reminiscent of childhood memories, I stepped out dressed in PJ’s, coat and boots and trundled into the undergrowth, camera in hand, to see if anything would catch my eye.

In the stillness of the morning, the dense green grass, with its crisp icy blades, acted as a backdrop, for the sheer delights of crystallized happiness, just waiting to be captured.

A solitary rosehip, arched like a lantern and glowing red was inviting.  The closer I got, the more appealing it became, as if nature had sprinkled the last of the winter bearing fruit with sugar saying “eat me”.  I began to notice insects sheltering under the leaves and suddenly my vision was of a smaller world and wondered what it would be like to be in that world.

The autumn leaves of the hydrangea looked stunning, edged in white and almost appeared transparent, as the light reflected through them, offering umbrellas of protection, with their nibbled edges, showing signs of tasty picking’s for…’what I wonder`?

As I crawled along I was remembering what it was like to be a child again, the magical moments we experienced and fantasy worlds we loved to explore.  The pink rosebud, looking vividly cerise through a frosted coating, crowned in all its glory and splendidly adorned like a glittering jewel.  This had to be a special place…were my child eyes coming back?

Nearby, the perfectly formed green rose leaves, with their deep red veins and stems, further added to the display of colour and wonderment.

A fallen leaf lay brittle on the ground (see the main image), as autumn meets winter.  This reminded me of a poem…

“November comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.

With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.

The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Until next spring.”


-  Elizabeth Coatsworth

As I looked up, the sun was beginning to shine and soon the frost had disappeared…it was time to head back in for a warm cup of tea and reflect upon my enchanting journey around the frozen garden.