Such a crisp morning. Cold, bright and frosty. The white grass, tinged with frost droplets and the vibrant redness of this little bit of nature leaped out at me. Just because it's withered and wrinkly it doesn't mean that it's dead. But it is struggling for survival against this harsh weather. Makes me want to curl up on the sofa with a hot toddy and a book whilst watching The second season of The Affair.
