We woke up (as we do most days) to a thick layer of frost, crystal clear skies and a weak morning sun. My favourite days of winter (aside from waking to fresh snow.) The cat followed me around the garden as I snapped pictures, pressing for attention when I stopped, demanding attention when I stooped. With frosty fingers I ran back into the house and with a sigh wrapped them around a hot mug of coffee. Good morning indeed.