It seems that Winter has more or less arrived. I know that officially it doesn't start until the 21st December, but today is a typical Winter's Day and I hate it, especially as it is only November. A day like this at the end of February is to be tolerated because you know Winter is almost over.
November 25th - a dull, dark day - never getting even a vestige of daylight. A deep mist cloaks everything and hangs low in the fields leaving its taint on the cobwebs which hang heavy in the hedgerow.
Everythings looks to have gone into hibernation. Even the rabbits seem to be absent from the fields, although they must come out to eat at some point. The hens, who could spend the day happily in the hen house in their clean, fresh straw, choose to come out into the farm yard and stand about in small bedraggled clusters, heads down, thoroughly miserable.
In our little town the Christmassy windows of the shops are making an effort to cheer the place upbut there is hardly a soul about to appreciate it.
Our wood burner is out of action for a couple of days as we wait for a new glass (the farmer was adding the new bits he had bought and he accidentally dropped the glass, so we are waiting for a replacement which should be here tomorrow) so we have the central heating on - not the same without that lovely red glow.
All the cattle have gone now and the fields are empty and forlorn - and they will stay like this until Spring - which I must say seems a long way off today.