Are you dreaming of the proverbial White Christmas with snow and log fires, romance and singing? Well I can’t help you with last two on that list but we do have snow up here on Walton’s Mountain just now and I have a log fire burning to warm my tootsies as I type this and share a few photos of our chilly winter landscape chez moi.
I can’t resist getting outside when there is snow on the ground. Give me snow, frost and cold weather over rain and wind any day of the week. I love the changeability of the sky with snow, look one way and the sky is almost silvery white so laden with another load of snow about to fall, look another way and the sky is that bright eye searing blue that lifts your spirit and makes your heart sing.
Although there is just a fine covering of snow just now it is enough to make that glorious scrunching sound as you walk up the lane and revel in having the very first footprints in the snowy landscape. Surely a childish joy but a great one none the less.
The bare trees in silhouette take on a more artistic and pen and ink look. I imagine myself drawing them with an old quill pen, splatters of deep black ink skitter across the paper as in my mind I become the artistic sort who can translate the real to paper in a trice.
My little furry friend Minou follows me around the garden eager to play and seak out any sort of adventure. Who knows I may open the old gate and wander into the wild area where fallen trees are covered with mushrooms creating weird shapes with their snowy caps.
They look almost like a mini landscape of faerie houses built on the side of a cliff. High rise condos for another miniature world. Minou bounces along the log mewing for attention and we wonder on companionable friends, me and my cat.
The sheep are looking a tad manky these days. Heavy wool coats encrusted with mud and greenery and now with a coating of snow too. At least it makes them look just a wee bit cleaner. They gather around hoping for tidbits and maybe a slice of bread or a carrot as a change from the hay piled by the gate.
The herbs have all gone to ground for the winter but good old sage still boasts a good head of velvety leaves shivering slightly under the weight of the snow. I gather some leaves to flavour the pork chops I’ll be cooking for supper tonight and think that maybe I should be gathering it all in now before the heavy frosts knock it back completely.
The snow is beautiful, it makes my little corner of the world into a place of magic and mystery. A place where imagination can run riot and the most mundane object can take on a whole new persona and life with a mantle of snow.
Whatever the weather wherever you are in the world, I send you winter wishes and Christmas cheer from us up here on our Walton’s Mountain in the snow.