Silently in the night, they came. Each tiny little snowflake a work of art in itself, falling secretly in the dark while we slept. When we awoke, winter the enchantress had us captivated and under her spell once again.
We walked early and caught the aroma of Saturday breakfasts on the icy hush. And down by the stream I was blessed to glimpse the shining blue of a beautiful Kingfisher. Alas not on camera, it was far too quick!
The snow has stayed and the children come in every day with rosy cheeks and sleep well each night from days of sledging. Presents are wrapped, mincepies baked and tommorow my little girl will be a teenager.