@brittarnhild
Mr Frost arrived in The Blue Garden a couple of weeks ago. So far he seem to look upon it as a bed & breakfast, as soon as the sun is up he leaves for cold business elsewhere.
When Mr. Frost moves in, everything else seem to fade. His icy cold breating covers the garden, makes it cringe, the plants doing their best to survive.
An allium, long time faded, refuses to give up. In the middle of the flower bed she proudly shows off. She wants to let the world know that she still has something important to share. Her beauty.
