Jack Frost paid a prime visit to the farmette last night. We woke up to bitterly cold temperatures and beautiful scenery.
Scandinavian legend has it that Jokul Frosti was the original Jack Frost. Meaning icicle frost, according to the Norse Vikings, Jack seems to work his magic all around the world.
Aboriginal tribes in Australia believe that the seven sisters, or Pleiades, throw icicles to earth that are plucked from their bodies. Even German folklore tells of Mother Frost who shakes feathers from her bed that turn into snow.
I think Prince Morocco, from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, may have had the most painful experience with frost sent to him by a lost love.
"All that glitters is not gold,
Often you have heard that told...
Fare you well, your suit is cold,
Cold indeed; and labor lost,
Then, farewell heat; and welcome frost."