The sun is up for such a brief moment. A bar of sunshine slants across the hill and inside all the dust of December is illuminated on glass and table and books. Outside the sparrows cluster to the unfreezing bread crumbs, blackbirds eat the half thawed windfall apples and a solitary goldfinch fluffs herself into the seed house to gorge in safety.
In some corners the sunlight never reaches at all and the frost forms thicker and thicker, riming each leaf with new flowers of ice, blooming delicately, quietly in the cold, still air.
Love “the dust of December…” You paint such lovely scenes, Cathy.
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You are kind. Just wrote you a post card!
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Wonderful! I look forward to receiving it:)
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At this time of year I like days like that rather than damp and dull ones. xx
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Me too, but they are cold! x
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This is such a gorgeous capture!
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Many thanks!
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“Outside the sparrows cluster to the unfreezing bread crumbs”
I like this line. the image is so powerful for me, sparrows clustering, sharing in the available crumbs that are there.
Thanks.
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thank you for your kind comment!
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