As dawn broke this morning it revealed a very different sunrise to that of the previous day. Before I’d even hauled my sleepy self from under the duvet & pile of snoozing cats I could tell that this day would be different; the early halflight brightening the window had that strange opalescent glow which increasingly manifested itself as the sun rose over the valley. The moon was still high in the sky; a bright, glowing ball which enhanced the surreal nature of the unfolding scene. The snow had silently fallen on every surface untouched by the slightest breath of wind. As such every twig, every branch, every blade of grass was completely transformed; with the woods cloaked in leaves of purest white. It was an extraordinary scene. But for me, the rosy blush to the rising sun called to mind the old rhyme:
Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight; Red sky in the morning…shepherd’s warning.
The several of inches of snow covering every single surface meant that there would be hard times ahead; possibly for days or even weeks to come….not an enticing prospect when working alone. One thing was for sure: I was well-&-truly snowed in again & would simply have to grit my teeth & get on with things.