Winter Continued...

It's not every year we get a winter so it's worth feasting our eyes on it even if we do need to wear extra layers. This morning it was harder to find someone else's footprints to walk in and the extra depth from the overnight fall was cruelly challenging to Bert's eleven year old legs; far from complaining his tail remained vertical.

We know of one local golden retriever who has been staying indoors because the salt on the road irritates his paws. It would be interesting to hear what Bert would say to that.

Beech and Oak are the wise old trees of English woods....

..but it's the young ones that have the sense to retain leaves as clothing during the hard times.

However cold the nights the old leaves cling on as if they think Spring can regenerate them.

..... a triumph of hope.

No sign of yesterday's invaders who seem to be like last night's bad dream, and the fresh snow makes Blacka a different place with a strength to hold off any assault.