Saturday 2 January 2010

A Wintery Walk

There has been a little more snow here since these pictures were taken in the garden. They are in lieu of flower pictures for Christmas/beginning of January.









Today, I went for a walk. First up to the Church, then on around the place to take pictures of the countryside. I think that they speak for themselves. I have included the Red Setter because he was the one truly lively thing that I saw!! The horses were marginally pleased to see me, but I had no food. Otherwise, apart from a few birds and the tractor, it was a dead but very beautiful scene.

























































7 comments:

Arcadian Advocate said...

Lovely and for me full of memories of winters past...

arosebyanyothername said...

A veritable Winter Wonderland. We have nothing like that here. Even our snow flurry came to nothing. It is just very cold.
You may describe the scene as 'dead', Withy but under that covering of snow new life is not far away - just waiting for the Spring!

TIGGYWINKLE said...

So crisp with a a sense of calm. The church and graveyard is so pretty, and I love the tinge of pink in the sky. I didn't believe we would get snow, but we did. We don't normally get snow on the east coast of Ireland, but this is the second year. Our little Aussie Grandsons were captivated by the magic of it all. Would you believe my climbing geraniums are still flowering, along with some carnations and marguerites.

Westerwitch/Headmistress said...

These are gorgeous Withy. I just soooo love the snow and your pictures really show its beauty.

Chris Stovell said...

Doesn't it all look so beautiful?

The last of our visitors are now making their way home so I can now pop over and send you all good wishes for 2010. Cx

Dave Hunt said...

Truly lovely pictures Withy, really love the church photo which captures what the season is all about.
Must ask though, what was the horse nattering about in the closeup ???

Withy Brook said...

The horse is asking why I am not taking it back to its lovely warm stable, when the other greedy grouts have finished the haylage and night is fast appoaching.