It started snowing here on Sunday. Just a few flakes that melted away in the afternoon sun but it warned us of what was to follow later in the week.
Yesterday, the ground was lightly covered, not much, but enough to disrupt the trains and ensure a day off work for my hubby and I. We went for a walk around our village and admired the many beautiful sights of December 1st, the first day of Winter.
The tracks of birds and animals give us a window into a world we rarely get to see and tell us stories of the lives of our fellow beings.
We walked into a world where the only colour was ourselves and the last of the autumn leaves, blazing a trail alongside us. I felt like we were in an animation in which only certain parts of the artwork had been coloured in.
We greeted some friends who were also out in the snow.
When we reached the top of the escarpment, the light was just starting to fade and looking out to sea, it was nearly impossible to differentiate between water, land and sky.
When we woke this morning, it was to a white and perfect world. The snow as powdery as icing sugar and as high as the top of my wellies.
There is an old country saying that goes, ‘many sloans, many groans,’ meaning that when the blackthorns are abundant with sloes, we’re in for a harsh winter.
Well I don’t think I’ve ever seen as many sloes on the trees as I have this year. Even now, after being attacked by birds and sloe gin makers for many weeks, they are still dripping off the branches.
The last of the hawthorn berries and rose hips look so beautiful and Christmassy against the sparkling white snow. It brings a smile to my lips just to see them.
Now I’m off to build a snowman and shower my poor husband in snow balls!
Wishing wintery love and snow angels to you all.