This is more like it…
When our younger son opened the shutters of our bedroom window this morning, he let out a bat-high squeal of excitement.
‘Snow! It’s been snowing! It IS snowing!’
Obviously, this would be par for the course in a normal winter: by February we are usually rather fed up of the stuff. (And I am feeling for readers from North America as I write this.) This year, this wettest-since-records-began year, we have barely seen a single snowflake at home. Son dressed for school in a flash and was downstairs, breakfast eaten, and outside building a snowman before the first sip of tea had reached my lips.
At last it feels like winter, just as I was beginning to enjoy snowdrops and think about Spring coming. We knew the snow must come eventually. And coming as a novelty after the incessant rain, how much we relish it! The drive to school, usually through dark, dripping woods, seemed a marvel of ethereal prettiness. The dog went loopy on her morning walk, enjoying the thin crust of snow even more than the boys do. The sun came out and made every thawing raindrop sparkle, before clouds and dropping temperatures brought further light snowfalls this afternoon.
These, then are our trees this Tuesday, along with one or two other shots from the day.