Friday, February 10, 2012

Jack Frost Paints the World With Diamond Dust

Jack Frost can jazz up any landscape; he's always been one of my favorite artists. He works odd hours, however, so you have to get up real early to catch his stunning transformations of  mundane winter landscapes into sparkling crystal kingdoms.
Jack always takes summers off. When he returns in the fall, his arrival is the clarion call that signals the end of warm weather for that year. He cares nothing about growers. If late, he will cruelly ruin a vintner's entire grape crop; if early, he'll quietly devastate every tomato patch for miles.

No, Jack cares not for dull, trifling agrarian duties, for his true calling is that of a great artist. It's up to him to bedazzle the heck out of an otherwise bland cold-weather morning. With quick flicks of his wrist, Jack can fling bling all over Mother Nature like no body's business. Fresh snowfall can't even hold a candle to the beauty of Jack's blasts of sparkles, especially when he's in the zone.

Early in the fall Jack may dust your pumpkin patch out of a sense of duty, as if the bright yellow-orange globes would keep growing forever without his kiss-of-death touch.

Jack's artwork always vanishes in the morning sun but like a sculptor of sandcastles, he loves the doing of the thing more than the finished work.
Jack's is a reckless and romantic form of art. But for anyone who has ever stopped in the delicate glow of morning's first light to look closely at his use of diamond dust on a spiderweb in a barb-wire fence, it is pure magic.


  1. Reckless Jack disappeared for far too long around here, tricking some of the plants into waking up. Last night he came back and our plants were indeed dusted.

    Loved this post, Donna.

    1. Great Donna. I know Jack Frost and I love his use of diamond dust on a spider web. Your top photo is excellent. I'm glad you got the writing juices going again.

  2. Oh my. What a beautiful post Donna. In spite of all, we both know there is still beauty in life. It's been 13 years now since my sone passed on. Yet each day is precious. :)

  3. Donna, what a magical, delicious post with pics to match! I always enjoy when you take pen to paper (or fingers to the keyboard) and I miss you when you don't!


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