We had a week of -10˚C frosts, so we just had to get out and explore our frosty environment.
We also enjoyed the first two lines of a poem called
'Frosty Ghosts' by Sydney Victoria.
Frosty ghosts escape my throat,
Showing themselves in the damp winter air.
Her lines inspired us to write about frost too, especially when we saw these frosty footprints in the grass!
(Click on the image to enlarge it for reading)
What is the weather like at your place?