Observations
I had a robin to help, scuttling in the borders of the courtyard when the birdseed was under several centimetres of snow, here more sheltered than in the back garden.
There is a miniature cave of bubble wrap over my bright red Camelia which was in flower shortly before the North Wind brought its gift of snow and ice.
A cosy cave of bubble wrap where the wind has whipped it adrift and the darling little fluffedupballofredwhitegrey was sheltered in there saying "Hey feed me" as I peered out of the kitchen window.
Blackbird, robin, blue-tit and long-tailed tit have been seen visiting my garden.
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Today I was singing and dancing as I stepped through the snowy hedged woodland
where the angled branches of the trees criss-crossed each other
as the pattern was highlighted by the white snow resting on the tops of the lines of the branches.
I had no camera.
Today I was singing and dancing
along the snowpacted lane feeling the joy of living
to witness such regal majesty of the wintry phenomena of frozen water
and the prints imprinted of animals, humans, wheeled vehicles, skis and tobaggons;
all had been there before before me with tracks to places known and unknown.
Today I was singing and dancing
to let the bright light into my eyes and heart
and let it make me tired and content.
