Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
From Winter-Time by Robert Louis Stevenson
Rosemary Danielis blogs about her magnificent and inspirational garden
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