Jack Frost was in the garden; I saw him there at dawn;
He was dancing round the bushes And prancing on the lawn.
He had a cloak of silver, A hat all shimm 'ring white,
A wand of glittering star-dust, And shoes of sunbeam light.
John P. Smeeton
Celebrating one of the worst winters we can remember, Jack Frost stands tall and proud in the front yard! Though he's lost his toothless grin, he's a "welcome home" sight that greets us each evening!
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