A couple days ago I got up early to get started on a busy day, but Iafter looking out a window I just couldn't resist grabbing my camera and running out to capture nature's beauty on this frosty morn.
I love to find nature just the way it is, no rearranging allowed. Doesn't she do a beautiful job? Here with Lamb's Ears.
I couldn't believe this attractive array of colors arranged by the wind. A fleeting display, for sure.
Partridge Feather sage
Corsican violas. They will peak their pretty little heads out from the snow most of the winter months. Unless we have several feet, that is. Let's not even think about that yet!
This Dusty Miller sage comes back every year. It is supposed to be an annual here.
Pasque Flower foliage
Oregon Grape Holly offers a lovely blue hue next to other plants
This Autumn Joy photo should be rotated, but I loved this composition more
Culinary sage
Sedums
Wild and interesting textures of Bachelor's Buttons
7 comments:
I like your "frost" pictures very much, though I am not very fond of frosty days (which we have quite often here in Switzerland during this time of the year!).
Bev, I'm not fond of frosts here either, but I love to look at pictures of frosted plants. Your's are so pretty.
My favorite photo is the pile of wind blown leaves....a lovely array of colors!
We're getting pretty used to these frosty morns, aren't we, Bev? You sure did capture the essence of the moment before the sun made it all disappear. Very pretty! Especially the wind-blown leaves.
Beautiful photos from a frosty morning!
Hug fro Marie in Norway
Thank you all for your comments. Frosty mornings are so beautiful...just too bad they are also COLD! But guess we can't have one without the other, huh? I'm glad everyone appreciates the windblown leaves. It was a real treat when I looked down at my feet and there they were. Mother Nature is quite an artist!
Bev..I agree frosty mornings are beautiful, covering plants and trees..Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable, the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown
along the street or road by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.
Both are warnings of chill days ahead, fireside and topcoat weather.
Gisela
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