Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
Bright winter morning. Blue skies can be misleading, when the cold wind stings.
Winter has its sting. We all must lay fallow now, and rest for the spring.
We are all hiding. I am behind my glass wall, you’re all in your dreys.
In the freezing mist, little robins find their worms, and sing of their find.
Watch little squirrel. Watch as the people come out. How fascinating.
After the long rain Snow and Ice are washed away just grey skies remain.
Crows Circle above quietly checking for signs as winter lingers
Winter lingers here. Patches of ice, snow and grass, and crows watch for spring.
Snow and mud mingle. Neglected garden unveiled. Another cold day.
The ivy still clings As long shadows fill with light then darken again
The rising tide 