.....for now at any rate - and in its place a lot of water. We live at the bottom of the high moor, which has had far more snow than we have, so of course it is all melting and sending its melt water down here.
The temperature is well above freezing and I can't help being pleased that I did my RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch yesterday when there was still a lot of snow, because today all the blackbirds have gone back to their scratching under the hedges in the fields for the worms and bugs they would rather eat.
I must say that I never cease to be amazed at the resilience of nature. Now that the snow has gone, the aconites are still out and the snowdrops are in bud. The Christmas roses have reared their heads again, albeit a bit tattered. They don;t give up easily do they?
I am typing this while listening and half=watching the Andy Murray tennis final = it would be so good if he could win it but it is proving jolly hard. One set all as I write, so plenty of time to go.
I am having our monthly Poetry meeting here on Wednesday afternoon and, partly inspired by the wonderful poetry George (Transit Notes on my side bar) puts on, I am going to feature American Poets - particularly Maya Angelou whose work I greatly admire.
It's interesting how some poets touch a chord in our hearts and some don't isn't it? Anyone touch a particular chord for you?