Well Imbolc arrived a few days ago, heralding the beginnings of spring… and bought with it the winter.
Last week we had the first really cold days of the season and today we woke up to a blanket of snow.
The perfect weather for a stroll down the lane, marvelling at how different everything looks after the snow comes.
The few colours to be seen in the starkly beautiful landscape are that much more present and vibrant in contrast with their surroundings.
Icicles hang from the branches, frozen in time, mid-drip.
And teasels bow their heads under the weight of the snow.
The Helichrysum, or curry plant, in the garden looked particularly beautiful, its silvery leaves caught between ice and morning light.
I love the way this weather highlights different aspects of the trees, making me see their forms in a new and inspiring way. Branches of oak and willow looked particularly lovely, their forms intensified by snowlines.
We saw tracks of rabbits, pheasants and foxes alongside our own great stomp-prints.
Some were understandably less enthused at venturing out of their burrows.
Whilst others were very happy to come inside, warm their claws and discover new treats on the kitchen floor.
Whilst we are warming up by the fire, I spare a thought for all the other creatures who will find it difficult to gather enough food today and make sure there is plenty of seed out for the birds.