6 February 2012: The weather service predicted the snow would arrive on Saturday evening about 9pm. It arrived at 7pm. Well done! The ground was frozen solid from a week of sub-zero temperatures, so when the flakes turned to flurries … it stuck. And stayed. In the morning, everything was magically white and calm and quiet and virginal … until …
… Molly dashed out the door and covered the carpet of snow with little springer footprints. She sprang and jumped and twirled and ate great chunks of snow. And then she came barrelling full blast at me and pulled up to a quick stop at my feet. She cut a pose … and then …
she was away again to play more in the snow. We had 10cm in total.
Everything was covered, including the greenhouse which looked forlorn and forgotten at the far end of the garden.
The ancient lime trees along the B road took on a new and unfamiliar silhouette against the grey sky.
Hedgerows peeking over the fence. I should fill the bird table.
It’s Monday evening now, and the snow slowly melted a bit during the day but now the temperature is –4C and everything is freezing up tight and solid again. Thank Pirelli for winter tyres.
Godnat. Sov godt. Håber dine tæer er varme.