Saturday, 14 January 2012
Minus five that's what the temperature was here during the night. Usually when you stand in the garden you can turn four points and see mountains and hills all around on every side. Not this morning though - couldn't even see the 'Moel-y', just one all consuming blanket of fog. Not that I minded too much, after all, you can't really have winter without a bit of winter and when you think what 2010/2011 was like .... well - You can hardly compare this to what we had last year. The child in me crunched figure eights across the frozen grass and delighted in the silver hard packed footsteps I left behind. And everywhere there were hoar encrusted spiders' webs. They don't care where they build.
I wonder why they build them this time of year. it's not as if they're going to catch many flies
And all the lifeless seed heads with crowns of silver.
Winter's not all bad, is it?