A Hard Hoar Frost

A Wild Wisdom Tale of Three Ladies and Hen Wife Magic. The white and the red.

Dear Hearts

I woke up to hoar frost, everywhere white against a clear pale blue sky as I drew my curtains back to see tall trees stately in the ice. Getting up I thought how beautiful it was and that it would be nice to go outside and get some photos. Below is what I took from my bedroom.

There were what looked like some oak leaves on the lawn, brown leaf…