Early morning frost saw Mr. Reynard crossing the field.
He was a good distance away so the photo quality is not great.
Pretty picture.
There are a few snowdrops almost out even though we have been having frosts.
Little shoots of new life among the detritus of last year.
A little frost and the dead leaves were ringed with a white crystal edge.
The shapes of trees without leaves are like their skeletons.
When they have a fabulous sky behind they look wonderful.
Lost in the post this letter was sent many years ago and has recently surfaced.
How do you think the story continues?