JACK WHO? FROST!
Beauty is where you find it. I found it the other morning when I opened the shades to give my winter roses some light. The ice had created such wonderful forms on the inside of the windows on the south side of the house. Of course, we had to listen to a nor'easter howling for a few hours but the results were well worth the angst of the night. Eastport is not beautiful only in summer, but all year round. I am glad I have learned to look and to see and to appreciate.