Monday, April 07, 2008

White stuff, hound and all change.

1. Dragging Nick out of the shower to look out of the window... it snowed in the night, and fat flakes are still falling.

2. We venture out to look for lunch and settle in a pub. In the corner, lying on a red blanket is a sleek brindled hound.

3. Crossing town and passing snowmen in parks and gardens and families using their toboggans for the first time this winter. The slopes on the common were almost worn bald. Bowed daffodils look like fallen stars hidden in the snow. And cherry trees carry extra marshmallow puffs on their pink blossoms.

1 comment:

  1. It's interesting and instructive to compare notes about our shared micro-climate and micro-geography. I like particularly your description of snow on cherry blossom.


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