As I stumbled downstairs, bleary eyed, to make the first pot of tea for the day I noticed the early daffodils on the kitchen windowsill.
As my eyes adjusted to the light I looked out of the window and there it was: snow! Who'd have thought it? We rarely get the white stuff in the part of Cornwall where I live. I grabbed my camera, crept out into the garden, and took a few quick photos. It was a decidedly chilly.
Snow always reminds me of my mum and dad, now sadly departed. I can remember, as a child the excitement as the first snowflakes started to fall. This was way back in West London, where the snow seemed to be a regular visitor.
My Cornish snow soon became quite watery ...
... and gradually faded away.
The previous time we had snow locally it was quite a grey day, with a pleasant crunch of snow underfoot.
There was snow alongside the local stream. I remember how quiet and peaceful everywhere seemed. The world was at peace.
Hope the weather has been kind to you.
Good wishes ~ Mike.
