I woke up to a beautiful, if cold, morning. Camera in hand, I set out to attempt to capture some of the beauty around me.
A tangle of barberry and a prostrate azalea are transformed by the heavy frost.
Part of the beauty of a heavy frost is its ability to alter our perceptions and seem to change the very nature of ordinary objects.
A view from my front porch. The concrete silo is the only sign that this neighbohood lies on an old farm.
Another view from my front porch.
And a hint at why this is also a special day. Today is my 25th anniversary. I am not sure the nervous bride-to-be ever expected the life that lay ahead of her that day so long ago. My dear husband managed to surprise me (no easy feat) and bought me a dozen red roses...
Before presenting me with my original wedding ring set (he and my daughter had convinced me that I was only getting the ring resized and the setting repointed), complete with a new, much larger diamond.
Then while we were waiting for dinner at our local Red Lobster(tm), my husband gave me a box containing my original diamond that has been put into a setting for a necklace. My understanding is that the surprises aren't over yet, though. I will report on that, as well as my less than stellar presents that I will be giving to my husband.