The Tuesday tree: snowy woods
Bang on cue, the beginning of December has brought a drop in temperatures and the first snowfalls. Winter has swept her sparkling skirts across the muddy fields, magically transforming the landscape. Even in the conifer woods, snowflakes slip their way between the boughs of Douglas firs and redwoods, sugaring the bracken and the grass. Roe deer take refuge here, lying in the bracken and moving away without hurry as I wander past with the dogs. Pheasants clatter through the branches, the cocks making their rusty-alarm-clock cacophony. Afterwards, the stillness of the bright morning returns to the woods.