We awoke to a white world, with the snow still falling. It wasn’t forecast until tomorrow, I thought. By late morning it was sleeting, and finally it turned to drizzle. There’s very little snow left now – just a line at the bottom of the car windscreen where it had gathered more thickly. From the kitchen window I could see the bushes decorated with sparkles of melted snow.
It’s about 2c out there, but it’s a ‘wet cold’ which gets through to your bones – (the sort of day my Ma always called ‘raw’) – and I am disinclined to go out and take my daily walk. But I should really. Maybe if I put on the heating (which I had only just returned to its usual ‘morning and evening only’ setting) and know I can come back to a warm house, I may then be less disinclined?
Hands up those who are planning to put in a picture or a short story…. closing date on 15th.
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This was taken a few days ago.
Under the sundial, the little Buddha is decorated with ruby ladybirds a few bulbs turn their faces to the sun.
Continue reading “Spring”
Here are two buds which were ready a little too soon, caught by the frost and snow.
Continue reading “Darling buds of February”
Colour it Grey
Grey pale thoughts of senses dulled
Lost hints of colour, long time past
Memories tarnished by loss and age
Glow less now on yellowed page
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The snow was forecast. We had been warned. And so it was, at about 4pm, a few small flakes fell as I came back from the shops. Not enough to stick. Not at first. But it was pretty cold.
By the time I had come in and made a cup of tea the snow fall had thickened a little: I could see that the bonnet of my husband’s blue car had a coating of icing sugar.
By supper time when we looked out at the patio we saw this
and laid the dining room table.
Continue reading “A little something for the weekend?”
Have any of you seen the like?
The big melt continued on Tuesday and we noticed the following: Continue reading “Curiouser and Curiouser”
It is dark
inside the green house
under the snow.
Continue reading “Cold weather haiku-esques”
My sister’s lover
The snow is thick on the ground. Four or five inches of it have built up around the window frames. It is piled up on top of the car and over the roofs, lit up by the sulphurous yellow of the street lamps. It gives me an excited child like feeling in the base of my belly. Ellen and I used to love playing in the snow, but there weren’t many years in our lives with enough snow to play in properly. Continue reading “Short story for Bilby’s Competition: My Sister’s Lover”