Just when we thought we had seen the last of it for this year, we woke this morning to another white world - one that is getting whiter by the minute. And, judging by the weather map at lunch time, we in the North East of England are getting off best for a change. So far we have had about four inches here and it is still snowing and blowing a gale, so that the fine snow is piling up in drifts. I suppose the one consolation, as it is already March 22nd, is that once the snow stops actually falling then it will begin to slowly recede. During this time I am staying indoors, the farmer is taking the dogs for their walks and staying inside at other times.
He has just cleaned both of our dining tables with white spirit and a heavy hand and is now about to polish them both with beeswax polish. I like when he does that as it makes the whole house smell beautiful.
The poor birds are suffering and the feeders are covered in all the small ones. As usual, the blackbirds are falling out over the meal worms; I am sure they waste more energy in their fighting than they need to and so have to find more food. "Bird-brained" is not a saying for nothing (and yet birds like swallows can navigate from Africa to their old nest sites in our farm barn). As with humans, I suppose, it takes all sorts.
Friend W and I had expected to go to Kirby Lonsdale today to meet friends P and D for lunch in an Italian Bistro we like. Any such thing is well off limits in this weather as it entails going over the Pennine watershed which ever way we go and with the strong East wind blowing I am sure the road will be almost impassable. So that treat must wait for another day.
The wood-burner beckons, although it will be a tussle to find a place in front of it without displacing Tess who is laid out flat like a hearthrug (and with her coat about that length too as she is desperately in need of a trim). Keep warm all you cold folk out there. Spring will soon be here - I promise you.