Thank you winter, for the misty mornings & the snowy days, for the cosy woollens, the open fires, the steaming mugs of tea & the candlelit evenings.
Nothing says fresh start like a blanket of untrodden snow. It’s so rare for us to have a proper snowfall, and yet December brought two, each time transforming the local landscape into a Narnian wonderland. After two days of sledging, snowballs and angel-making with the children, on the third day they returned to school and
‘Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:’ -Shakespeare (Sonnet 18)
One misty morning, the cloud hung low over distant hills like a soft grey blanket. The October sun infused the mist with a golden glow. I grabbed my camera, and headed up to the woods, where the sunshine was breaking through one ray at a time: the mist lending substance to the sunbeams. The leaves, on the