First snow has fallen and the world seems dead under its soft white pall. Each twig is freaked with it and each branch heavy with a defining stark line. And yet on close inspection not only are the leaf buds for the spring already formed and waiting, but hazel catkins were ready on the twigs before the autumn leaves had even fallen. There is no dead time, the cycle never stops: only the speed changes.
It looks pretty but I hope that we get none hereabouts as even a sprinkling causes chaos on the roads and soon turns grey and icy or slushy. xx
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But it is pretty when it falls Flighty! ❄️❄️
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Lovely photos.
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Glad you liked them❄️
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