Ambrosial Frost is in the deepest recesses of the forest, which runs along with the mist of the river’s edge, but more so it exists in the depths of one’s heart. Walking far enough along the contour will bring one collectible delights, obscure inspiration, and perhaps a moment of curious dreams.
“Many miles away there is a shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore of a dark Scottish lake.” ~Sir Walter Scott
The woods around the cottage are beginning to take on the repressed tones of beige and brown. The colors appear almost muted, a loss has occurred of their original intensity. If the landscape had a voice it would sound hushed and out of spirits. The woods are full of quiet during the daylight hours and more secretive with the ever~changing hues until only the bare bones will grace her in the void of winter.
Vintage frost covers the meaning of ambrosial which according to the dictionary is exceptionally pleasing to taste or smell; especially delicious or fragrant and worthy of the gods or divine. Here one can find occasionally pretty pictures, perhaps handmade items, and stories of a decorated forest.