We had a walk down to the allotment today, our lass to feed the birds me and our lass to feed our soul, I made our lass laugh to the point she dirtied her glasses, can't share the joke, but we had a great few hours. Another excuse for a cuppa, a ponder and a thoughtful talk
A layer of snow greets us
Foot prints on the pond
I liked the way our lass described the snow slipping off the greenhouse roof as tumbling sheets
Whilst having our brew the snow came back, wish my camera would take the same shots our eyes could see.
