This is today. We started out for a walk in bright sun, everything pristine and sparkling. Five minutes in, the sky formed a smokey-grey umbrella. Large white feathery flakes softly tumbled down and settled everywhere. Hubby gave me his hat which only stayed in place because I wore a chunky clip in my hair. He used his hood, the one folded away in his coat collar. My camera had to be tucked into my coat to protect it from the flakes melting on it. My torso was an unusual shape as a result of which, I received some odd looks, I can tell you.
In a riverside garden there were seasonal snowdrops in abundance. it is such a delightful flower. It is one I do not often see actually sitting in snow.
There was no sound to be heard in the small public garden in an old area of the town. The only footprints in the garden, imprinted in white, were mine. Everything looks so different wearing a clean white coat
Dear me…….there is definitely a sheepish blog meet going on here. The art of diplomacy won’t let me impart what I might have overheard.
The afternoon moon in all its glory slid across the bright blue sky, alerting us of the nightfall yet to come.