Woke up this morning to 5 minus degrees and frost. Fresh! Lovely. Season change, new hopes, new dreams.

I really enjoy the changes of the seasons, it’s a favor, a gift! How boring it would be with the same season and weather all year round.

Thin ice on the garden pond. Crispy. Silent. Now the bird bath is soon out for the farm’s tomtits, it is only a few weeks since the last frog was silenced. Nature begins to pave for a long winter, it feels as if it’s coming early this year.

Now we have a colorful time before winter really arrives and embeds everything in white quilt.