The Etcher’s Secret

Last night, or maybe it was early this morning, Jack Frost, the master etcher, made an ice etching for me, leaving it, for me to find, in a metal bucket on my deck. "All who see it are astounded and think it must be the work of spirits". In awe I  asked the master etcher … Continue reading The Etcher’s Secret

Memories of the Old Country

My car is white and glistening the frost is on the ground the only thing thats missing is the beautiful chirping sound, Irene Neville Frost bathing brings back genetic memories of the old country! There is nothing to compare with rolling joyfully and frolicking in the heavy frost.