Tuesday morning dawned bright, with a civilised sprinkling of snow on the ground.
It had fallen gently in a windless night, creating delicate highlights on the trees and little white hats for the seedheads of the Queen Anne's Lace plants.
"This isn't too bad," I thought. "Maybe winter isn't as awful as I remembered it."
Today the real winter came. High winds, heavy snow and a horrible drive to work. The sort of journey that demands intense concentration and leaves you feeling washed out for an hour after you've finished travelling. This kind of winter doesn't look or feel pretty.
Now that's more how I remember it.
between the rains
5 weeks ago
3 comments:
Amanda ... that sunrise shot was absolutely stunning girl !
I haven't seen many at all in months and months that are beautiful like they used to be.
Ahhh YES ! the real deal nasty winter is breath its icy breath down our necks here too now .. ugh !!
Joy : )
We also had a not so fun winter day yesterday. It rained, then snowed, then rained again. There is nothing worse than having to shovel snow in the rain. Yuck! Too often our snowfalls are like this in the winter. I liked last winter better when it was all snow.
I began reading (and looking at) this post thinking 'lovely, lovely, lovely!' By the end, I thought 'how nice it is that I can sit in my warm (English) house and read about 'proper' winter - elsewhere.
After weeks of rain we are having a morning of sunshine. It feels like spring! Poor, soggy plants!
Lucy
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