7.30 am - the chestnut tree I am 'cataloguing' throughout the seasons
Snow is falling again, driving down from the north, falling onto an already snowy landscape. The branches of the chestnut tree outside our window act as a snow-catcher, snow falling on snow. It's a complete white-out, the distant woods and hills on the horizon totally obliterated, the trees on the far side of the village green (less than 125 yards) just appear, as if seen through gauze. It is so beautiful, so quiet, as the flakes dance downwards past our bedroom window; a white and soft grey world with only the sound of an aircraft passing high overhead to disturb the stillness.
For anyone who is following my 'Notes from a Cotswold Garden' on my website, I have added two pages, one covers a bit of background to our old farmhouse, the next are diary notes from the last three days. Just click on the link above, and scroll down until you reach pages two and three. Please feel free to leave any comments on this blog, as I haven't yet sorted how to leave comments on my website! All in good time, when I have a moment.