Last weekend, and Sunday morning brought two surprises: a covering of snow and a brief spell of blue skies and some sunshine. I was up early to try and catch up on some work, but the kids rescued me by suggesting we ought to be outside in the snow.
It was only seven o’clock and I was a little concerned about the kids waking our neighbours, especially since the boys had a friend stopping over and they were all very excited. I tried my best to keep them quiet, but…well, there was snow! We don’t get it very often; this weekend, when most of the country is in the grip of 14 foot snowdrifts, we have the Siberian winds, but no snow.
Actually, it was more a sort of wet icy slush than snow, already thawing rapidly. The blue skies would be short-lived too, black cloud was building which would soon bring rain. In the meantime, the kids were happy to play with the snow, whilst I snapped away, photographing the changing skies and bare oaks in the field behind our house.
I often take photos of these trees, mainly by virtue of their proximity to home.
They are very handsome though.
A had begun rolling a snowball as soon as we left the house. The boys joined in….
Drawing an erratic line across the field….
And soon they’d built their snowman….
….finishing just as it began to rain. We hurried home for pancakes and bacon and fried egg butties.
An hour later the field was green around all around the now incongruous snowman. There’s still a remnant of the him hanging on in the field a week later, testament to how cold it’s been this week.