Living in Gloucestershire, I worked with a local girl who used to say 'It's right Jack out there!' on frosty mornings. I don't know if this was a regional expression or something of her own.
There is new green growth, (there always is) but I've been too lazy and recalcitrant to look at it, until the frost showed it.
Foxgloves leaves unfurl again into their two year cycle, dreaming in the ice of towers of summer purple,
and buttercups never give up, stubborn, pernicious globes of sunshine that they are.
Someone gave us a bundle of these little palm plants, last year perhaps. We were rather unimpressed, stuck them in the soil and more or less forgot about them, now their splayed and folded fans of leaves are revealed more boldly,
and the evergreen ferns and mosses wait patiently on the granite.
More to come.