One stone tossed onto the ice rests there, the second splashes and sinks. Frosted edges sharpen the identity of every leaf.
Short fat hazel catkins hold sturdily to bare winter branches.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
1 comment:
lovely wintry scene!
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