Here in the south of the county, large, wet flakes of snow fell onto already frozen ground. Snow turned to sleet, then rain, which froze into sheets of ice on fields and Forest. We awoke to a dense white fog rising from the icing-dusted land. I fed the animals outside as the fog began to lift. A quiet world of soft white air.The peace broken by the crunch of my boots across iced grass. The feel of walking on a creme brulee crust which snapped beneath my feet.
Weeping willow and icy grass.
Red hips from a Ballerina rose stand out against the dull colours of frost and fog.
"Where`s my breakfast?"