in Thoreau’s Journal:

This morning we have something between ice and frost on the trees, etc….What a crash of jewels as you walk!… I saw a prinos bush full of large berries by the wall in Hubbard’s field.  Standing on the west side, the contrast of the red berries with their white incrustation or prolongation on the north was admirable.  I thought I had never seen the berries so dazzlingly bright