Upon a wildflower, withered and still, Jack Frost dances with a winter’s chill. Though summer’s beauty has faded away, he crowns her with diamonds at the break of day…
Pataskala, Ohio
While my wildflowers are long past their prime—in fact, I’ve been meaning to cut these things down for weeks—Jack Frost decided they still had a little beauty left in them! ❄️
However, ummm… could someone please tell him I’m not quite ready for winter? I’m kinda sorta still emotionally attached to my shorts! Lol!
