Wednesday, 4 February 2009
And then it snowed...
It took a little longer to reach our part of Cornwall, the soft south coast with its zone 10 climate - Dave likes to quote such things, bless him - but arrive it finally did. Snow enough to settle. Such a rarity here and so much fun to be had.
The garden was transfomed to a Christmas card prettiness with the ducks nestled in snow and the writing room taking on a cabin-like look, its summer bunting draping rather lamely and reminding me a new range is due.
Thin branches of winter flowering cherry hold frozen crystals which sparkel in the cool light.
The last of the rosehips from the delicate Ballerina rose stand out against the blanket of white.
Lemony, Maple, Biscuit and Mustang (oh dear, that name!) seem mildy impressed by the stange flooring, though not so impressed by the frozen pond which denies them their morning diving session.
Biscuit stood like this for ages, almost frozen in disbelief at what had taken place. She's such a pretty duck and much, much larger than the photograph shows. All our ducks are about 2-3 times as large as wild ducks, but I digress.
Back to the snow...
Somebody enjoyed it.
As did her sister, particularly while snowballing Daddy
Hmm.... bit Hannibal lecter in that hat.
And in case anyone thinks I never do any work, here's a pair of fingerless mittens I made myself and no, I am not punching the cat. It is very hard to take a photograph of one's own hand and not have a shaky picture!
Have a good Wednesday xx