Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether summer clothe the general earth
With greeness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Or if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet Moon.

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

Snow Again

"If Candlemas Day be fair and bright
 Winter will have another flight."

 The old saying has proved to be true! Saturday February 2nd was a beautiful sunny day with clear blue skies but this morning I woke up to a white world and B Baggins and I came back from our walk looking like stand-ins for The Abominable Snowman:) We went up through Poynton Woods which looked very pretty but was treacherous underfoot as the mud hidden beneath the thin layer of snow was very slippery. I was very glad I'd taken my trusty hazel staff with me.