At home: morning has broken....x

There is nothing better than fresh crisp air first thing in the morning. I say this because I have been up for most of the night doing battle with a horrid sickness lergy. Its amazing, that the peace after the storm brings a search for calm things. It was a stormy night outside too. The grass lay flattened by the heavy rain. The cold frost set in soon after, freezing tiny beads into place.

How delicate life is. Blown and battered one minute. Then etched into a frozen still life the next.... beautiful....x