Well after sparing us in December and vacillating in January, Winter delivered its first cold blast and extra bounty of snow in early February.
The day was very chilly and the winds swirled in sneeky fashion – as if crawling around, seeking a way past scarf and toque in order to insinuate a shiver-cold tremor. But a walk up Smith changing-to-Johnson Road with neighbours Wendy and Sophie provided more than vigorous exercise and defiant resistance to cold-wind lashings. As well the walk was a revelation of winter scenery:
The wind and snow dusted woods whispered and swayed sibilant sashays punctuated with cracks of sudden falling snow clusters drenching the branches and undergrowth with dry new coats of snow as we chatted almost oblivious about horse’s colic, dancing with the stars, and the winter prospects. And almost unbeknownst, the setting Sun tingled and tinged the hillside woods with its own black magic forecast: