Wednesday, 31 December 2008

The freezing fog turned my washing to stiff boards on the line. The birds were having their usual feeding frenzy at the feeders. Robin sat with his feathers fluffed out like a little red breasted pompom. Slowly the fog began to lift and the sun shone over the fields for a brief moment. Just the opportunity I needed to test out the Christmas present from husband and daughter. A few clicks with my tiny, new, digital camera and the moment was captured.

Friday, 26 December 2008

A splash of colour in a drab winter garden.

As we came back from our Christmas Day walk, I spotted this little red anemone blooming in the front flower bed. I can't remember it flowering in winter last year but maybe thats global warming for you!

Little children often choose red as their favourite colour. Its warm, bright and cheery.

I love it too. Red holly berries, robin redbreast and now my little anemone, all bring a bit of cheer to a winter's day.

Happy New Year!

Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Polar bears?

Another cold and frosty morning with sunshine slowly melting the ice from my drive.
I gingerly reversed out of the garage and drove carefully to our local supermarket.
Now I know it was cold but surely not that cold . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . these polar bears were relaxing on the grass verge as I turned into the car park!!

Monday, 1 December 2008

It was only a snap of a pot plant...

It was just a little pot plant but it caught my eye on my clever little sister's window sill.

I took a quick photo and so did she.

Mine remained in my camera for a few weeks.

My sister however, transferred it to fabric, added a touch of magic (free-machine embroidery)and the next time I visited this fab picture was hanging on her wall!!
Now , I guess its my turn to come up with a picture. Watch this space...

Sunday, 30 November 2008

Just another Sunday

Again, thick fog greeted me when I drew back the curtains.
The grass and trees were coated in thick frost.
Birds were swooping to and fro enjoying the seed and bird cake on my feeder.
My black and white Greater Spotted Woodpeckers stabbed at the peanuts.
Eight Long Tailed Tits squabbled over the sunflower seeds until suddenly the Sparrow Hawk called for a "take-away". He missed, but sat scraping frost from the branch of the tree he chose as a lookout point next door.
The fog lifted and the sun lit up the hills, tempting me out to take a few snaps of the hoar frost sparkling on the hedgerows and the soft misty fields where the sheep were grazing.
Just another Sunday!