This
week’s frosty days have been magical.
The
fields and hedges have stayed white all day long.
The
days silent and still.
Without
a breath of wind.
Winter.
My absolute
favourite season of the year.
With its
sparkling frosts.
Coating
the ground with glitter.
(I wish the camera could capture the glitter)
And
white breath on the air.
The
whitest moon clear against the black velvet night …
(It looked so much bigger through the camera!)
studded with stars
(Venus to the left)
(The frost on the gate)
(with a birds foot prints)
That
beautiful low soft light.
Bare trees black against a beautiful clear blue sky ..
… a sky
that turns red as the sun rises, or sets.
The
chance to cosy up in front of a roaring crackling fire.
To the
glorious scent of spicy fragranced candles.
And
twinkly lights.
Roasted
chestnuts for hubby ...
... frothy
hot chocolate for me.
That
first perfect unblemished blanket of snow (when it eventually comes)
The
crunching sound underfoot.
Stamping
snow off your boots before coming indoors and …
… snuggling
up in bed under layers of duvet and eiderdown (yes, I have both)
Thick
socks and jumpers, hats and mittens.
This is
what winter means for me.
Along with my wooded walks, of course.
I was so
looking forward to welcoming the promised ‘Beast from the East’
From Syberia.
But it
isn’t coming now ...
... shame.
I was
looking forward to making snow angels.
And a
snowman and a snow cat - with my
neighbour.
We
always make a snow cat.
With
twiggy whiskers.
My
friend in America already has snow.
Hello
Karyn :)
We
usually follow a couple of weeks later.
So
maybe ….. here’s hoping.
I will
be waiting.
But in
the meantime, I am enjoying the frost.
Keep toasty.
XXX
