Delight in Frost Worship Workshop

Our foremothers and fathers, many of whom were of the Cockney persuasion, used to love a cold winter.
Back in the good olde days, a cold day meant the Thames freezing over and everbody enjoying a nice "frost fair".  They would put shops and fairground stalls, dancing bears, beer stalls freaks and people from Epsom out there and the Cockneys would have a great old knees up, singing "Knees up Muvver Brown" and such-like traditional ditties until the sun came out and they all drowned.
A short life, but a merry one, being a Cockernee in those days.

And given the stunning beauty of the frost we saw revealed this morning, it was with great delight that we replaced the traditional "Thawing out of Beakers" service with the "Delight in Frost Worship Workshop".  We studied the intricate detail of the spiders' webs, each strand individually frosted as if by a busy Frosting Imp.  We beheld the wonder of the hoar on the trees, amplifiying their delightful treefulness with its white, gently benison.

We held a Frost Blessing ceremony as we considered the beauty of our own footsteps, stretching across the lawn as a testimony to the paths we chose to take, and considered the future imprints of the paths we would take next.  Then Luna had to get inside quick for treatment to her frostbite.  Running barefoot across the lawn weren't so bright - she's not a little match girl, after all.
Taking advantage of my rapt attention to a beautifully frosted rose, a small bunch of wallies then went for the traditional Beaker Walk  Across the Pond.  We ended up up fishing Stacey Bushes out, as she made the mistake of enacting a traditional Sioux Frost Dance in the middle.  Health and Safety advice - do not walk across frozen ponds.  You can end up wet, cold and/or drowned.  We will in future have a traditional Beaker Walk Around the Pond.  Less exciting, but safer.

But all in all, a beautiful and bracing start to a new week.  Tomorrow we'll probably do it all again.  Except the falling in the pond bit.