It frosted last night.
Frost brings several different emotions:
‘Oh no, everything in the garden will be dead.’
‘Brrrr. It looks so cold.’
‘Dang, now I’ll have to scrape the windshield.’
The first emotion of my God-besotted soul is:
‘Ooooh, pretty!’
Sparkles in the dead flowers.
Blooming crystals.
Outlined lavender.
Its scent is sharp in the cold.
Wintergreen berries.
Taste like minty popsicles.
Pin oak leaves.
Sometimes you have to look to see God’s delicate touch,
Look real close.
nantuckettiechic 
I saw daffodils blooming off the Polpis Road last week. It continues to be another hot winter here on the island. No snow, no cold and no ice.