This year the snowbird who, (as we all know!), brings the first flakes of spiralling snow that change the landscape from dull, wet winter grey to a magical white winter wonderland seems to have passed the UK by, (or she's passed my bit of it by, anyway), and decided to stay across the Atlantic instead. I miss her and the snowflakes she usually brings. So I have had to make do and construct one myself, complete with hooky snowflake, of course.
Here she is looking for a roost, using my new hooky doily as a launch pad ...
My snowbird seems quite at home here. And I prefer her and the hooky snowflakes to the reminders and "to-dos" that have been evicted to make room for her.
Outside it's not snowy, it's just "water, water every where, nor any drop to drink" as per The Ancient Mariner.
This is not a lake, or even a pond; it's a field. Quite close to where I live. Not as bad as on the Somerset Levels but the water here and elsewhere is making driving "interesting" / impossible and there are sandbags this evening down the road in case what is currently lapping around the feet starts rising more alarmingly.
But even if there is no snow, there are snowdrops to pick and put on the kitchen windowsill.
Wishing you all a happy (and safe and dry) weekend,
with or without snow, depending on where you live.