Snow falls, giving everything a starkly stunning aspect. The air is as sharp and crisp as the snow crunching underfoot.
Outside the front door our corkscrew hazel (avellana corylus contorta) wears a thick coat of snow but the catkins hang down, ready to display their glory in a few short months’ time.
In the forest the dogs trot soundlessly, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the soft coldness beneath their paws. The scents are pungent to their sensitive noses.
The sun breaks through the white-grey clouds to garland the tree tops with a lemon-gold crown. It contrasts strangely with the pure white snow.
Suddenly, we realise that the sun has claimed some trees as its own and covered them in gold.
A little further on it is as though we have chanced upon a magical kingdom, glowing within its icy boundaries. A warm hand has touched this region, a reminder of times past and yet to come.
The sky is huge . . .
. . . the trees loom and we are made sensible of our insignificance.
A dog’s –eye view . . .
. . . and Jenna wonders how long it will be before the snow and ice melt and she can swim again. A shrewd Labrador, she knows better than to attempt to walk on the pond’s unusual surface . . .
. . . but she and Gus dive enthusiastically into the undergrowth to retrieve their Kong while Frodo inspects an interesting sniff.
They emerge with a dredging of snow on their backs, looking like reverse Dalmatians before they vigorously shake themselves free.
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