A wondrous morn dawned over The Spinney, splashing pinks, oranges, blues and casting intricate silhouettes with abandon...
The birds were silent as the sky lightened to reveal trees decorated by the exquisite hands of Jack Frost...
...a garden of white trees dripping icicles and frozen breath...
Witchy Weather Vane is frozen at the sight of Jack Frost and thinks North is South and South is North...she sits tight watching the magic that took place in the deep of night...
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| Every Witch Way! |
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| The Spinney decorated in Ice Webs |
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| Spun Ice |
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| Amazing nature! |
...I am humbled by his skill and delighted at his daring, it is a sight to behold...
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| Shall I turn right into Wonderland? |
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