The frost is painting again.
More Found Beauty in Austria
Some pictures I made this morning after being woken by the baby. The sun was just out and had not yet melted the frost from the night. I really liked the patterns and the colors of the leaves.
We like them, too. They remind us of this:
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured, as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.