Posts Tagged ‘ winter ’

April Fooled

Which is what seems to have happened, what with snow to the top of the hedges and the woods gone all Brueghel. For those of you lucky enough to be in other parts of the world, this is what it looks like now. ‘Oh to be in England now that April’s there’ – Home Thoughts from Abroad is the title of that poem, of course, and I bet most of us are thinking the other way round just now.

Alex Ramsay

Alex Ramsay

Alex RamsayAlex Ramsay

Came down for breakfast this morning to find that daughters home for Easter had remembered the date and consequently filled coffee jar with raisins, put eggs in unlikely places etc. However we managed to catch one of them with heavily salted early morning tea. Revenge (unlike the tea) is sweet . . .

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Wassail, wassail

A new year, and this infant blog reaches its first anniversary. Quite soon it will be capable of stumbling forward on its own two tiny feet and one day perhaps breaking into articulate speech. That, however, is in an uncertain future. What we do know for certain is that Spring will return and the sun will be seen again – for Presteigne has held its Wassail, without which the world (Radnorshire, anyway) would remain forever in winter darkness. A good crowd gathered in the town orchard to drink quantities of mulled cider and eat everything possible that can be made from apples.

wassail

wassail

wassail

wassail

Under a clear starry sky and lit by blazing torches, songs (ancient & modern) were sung and the trees’ good health was drunk. All traditions have to start somewhere, so the songs included that antique ditty We Are Wassailing (trad., attr. Mr. Rod Stewart). Then the sun’s continued rising was ensured in a fiery ritual.

wassail

wassail

The Apple Queen lights the Sun

wassail

Spring will come again

A happy New Year to all

Snow, ice and fungus

All around a steady drip, combined with the occasional roar as a burst pipe thaws into life. Enough of that. On to the traditional ‘snowy landscape with sheep‘, another unavoidable part of the winter ritual.

sheep in the snow, Presteigne

corrugated iron barn in snow

A brief and bitter walk on Christmas afternoon led past this barn in the last of the light. I found more interest in a frozen stream near our front door, though, before a foot of snow covered it. It might almost have been a photogram by Moholy-Nagy.

frozen stream

Another rather spectacular example of life imitating art appeared in a nearby house where dry rot fungus had spread between two sheets of perspex leaning against a wall. The abstract (about 4 feet high) that resulted when the sheets were peeled apart was a thing of great beauty.

dry rot fungus

All White Now

A long-standing inability to resist a pun is my sole excuse for posting two more snowy pictures. That, and the encouraging thud of melting snow falling onto the skylight over my desk. Will life start flowing again, I wonder, after the strange time out we seem to have had ever since Christmas?

Frith wood in snow

Frith Wood, Presteigne

Shepherd's parsley in snow

Queen Anne's Lace

Do you want ice with that?

I swore I wouldn’t put too many wintry pictures on this blog, but can’t resist these two taken at our local waterfall which rejoices in the name of Water-Break-Its-Neck. Some of the larger icicles were hollow,and every so often a drop of water could be seen through the ice, falling inside an icicle into the tiny pool contained in its tip.

icicles

Icicles

Deep frozen

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