When I took the boys for their early morning walk, it was particularly damp and cold. Everything was again covered in tiny ice crystals.
I was glad that I had foresight to cover my parsley with a protective glass bell because
this morning the bell was covered in ribbons of of tiny frost crystals.
I am a great sentimentalist. When I walk though the garden on a cold morning like this, I keep my eyes open for tiny treasures, like these feathers- calling cards left by birds who have visited the garden. When I find them, I scoop them up and put them into my pocket to take home.
I put the feathers in a glass jar along with other chance discoveries, like the tiny, pale green egg I found one afternoon.
I have been collecting seeds pods as well. Seeds are magical aren't they- a plant all wrapped up in the tiniest of packages?
So what does this Canadian do to get through a grey wintery day like this one?
Well, she goes out to the store and buys the happiest, most spring like flowers she can find!
Have a great weekend everyone!
Today, I am participating in Blooming Friday which is hosted by Katarina at Roses and Stuff. Be sure to visit to see other posts with the theme "tiny".