I awoke to snow this morning - not unexpected - only a light covering but enough to hope any gardeners had covered over tender plants. We were warned. Walking out early this afternoon to post a couple of letters I realised just how very cold it was. The sun has been out all day and so inside the bungalow it is warm, but add the wind-chill factor outside and I would guess it is barely above freezing.
Book Group on Zoom (my book 'where the crawdads sing') this morning. A very light choice (next month's is 'The Count of Monte Cristo' (all thousand pages) and not really enjoyed all that much by anyone. I thought the descriptions of the natural history of the marsh plants and birds in South Carolina were beautifully written. But we did have a couple of hours of pleasant conversation and in these times of not being able to go out anywhere that is definitely a plus.
The early snow rapidly disappeared once the sun rose and when I looked out of the window at around ten o'clock there were five blackbirds on my front lawn all feeding on something they were finding just below the surface of the grass. If you remember, last week when I was out walking with Priscilla on the estate I saw a broken bird's egg on the footpath, which led me to believe that birds were already nesting. All these male blackbirds frantically feeding is I think further proof that young may well be around now and all calling for constant feed.
And speaking of young reminds me of a very sad story from yesterday which I would guess has touched the heart of anyone listening to the news today. Yesterday a baby boy of 14 days old, out in his pram with his mum, was killed by a piece of dangerous driving. A little life lost so early and a proud mum now devastated by the loss of her little one. Life can be so cruel.
Until tomorrow dear friends...