I prefer winter and fall...

when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show.
andrew wyeth



merry meet )o(
Remember my post mentioning berries? this picture (click on it for a closer view) is of a large, unidentified bush in the private lane our cottage backs onto, taken from our back door~our neighbour has told swampy that he has never seen so many berries on this particular bush.
I am now seriously considering making sure the larder is well stocked~just in case.

because we live in the middle of a collection of valleys if the roads become snowed over or icy it is all but impossible to get in or out~ last year a chap made it over 'top road' in his 4x4, telling swampy he virtually slid all the way down into the village.
around the same time swampy and i were in salisbury when it started to snow, so we decided we had better start off home. We reached the bottom of Bulbarrow Hill, where the snow was probably only an inch deep, but it took us over an hour to navigate lanes that usually take about 15 minutes~the whole way up we had to drive on the grass for traction~going down the other side is something i never want to do again,it was a case of 'the car has a mind of its own...hold on and hope for the best'

however finding ourselves snowed in~to walk up the lane in falling snow and to see nothing but fields covered in snow and the odd chimney with wood smoke coming from it and to hear no sounds of mankind and then to come home to a good supply of wood, a nice, toasty rayburn and a blazing fire is something special