FARM FROST // spectacle
We're getting to the point in the season when it's impossible to imagine that the farm has ever looked different than how it does now. Lush greens? Grapes and blackberries? Fields of poppies and peonies? Naw.
Walking a few mornings ago, the new fate almost seemed worth it. Every single thing was frosted like a delicacy with glittering ice. Who needs spring?