This morning was a frosty one. My breath made clouds in the air and a light breeze carried away the warmth in the shadows.
Thankfully there was a lovely sunrise that more than made up for the cold. Down at the end of our park there's a small green area, and this is the second year that daffodils have grown there. Luckily the frost didn't seem to do them any harm.
"Sioc" is the Irish word for frost. I don't know why but
it's one of my favourite. Maybe it has a lingering connection with
cold frosty mornings from my childhood.
"Sioc" is pronounced almost exactly like the English word "shook".