Snow is a problem for people when you don’t prepare for it. It’s also a problem for wildlife. I’m wearing boots, waterproof thermal trousers, a coat I bought my son to wear on his trip to Russia and a hat so silly I hope I don’t meet anyone I know.
It’s a mile or two to the churchyard which has an added air of silence to it today:
There are signs of spring and signs of winter here today. There are symbols of new life and symbols of remembrance:
The powdery snow accumulates in great lollipops, building up like candy floss on sticks:
This Magnolia stellata was almost ready to flower:
This Daffodil is bowing its head under the weight of the snow:
And this bitter wind; it pricks me like a thorn: