Frosty days and ice-still nights,
Fir trees trimmed with tiny lights,
– Jo Geis, Christmas Long Ago –
As elves go, Jack Frost is one of my favourites. He arrives without warning, but never stays too long. His artistry is magnificent, but fleeting – so I never tire of his work. He doesn’t play favourites – everything within his reach gets equal treatment. But best of all, he works at night, so that when I throw back the curtains in the morning I am greeted with a fairy wonderland. I truly feel sorry for all you people who live somewhere beyond the reach of Jack Frost!
You remember my story called A Grassy Path From Here to There? That Path has matured now, giving Jack Frost countless stalks to coat with crystal beads.
And the Allium Seed Heads that I showed you in Going to Seed? Coated with frost from top to bottom!
Jack’s true artistry can’t be appreciated unless I show you that each and every crystal is a masterpiece!
Now, don’t you wish you lived up here in the land where Winter is knocking at the door! The land with only four months on the calendar: June, July, August and Winter!
Amusives 