Out of the wind

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I walked out of the door to another raw day.  A few snowflakes twirled snidely.  The rendezvous was a nondescript car park and the walk was along a nondescript lane, but sheltered by trees from the brutal wind.   After a while, a grim brightness developed among the clouds and the temperature rose to four or five degrees, but soon fell away.  Back home, a scatter of starved-looking snowflakes trickled down.  I started knitting some gloves.             (click into an image for the gallery)

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2 responses »

  1. oh, we seem to be experiencing a season in between seasons. Limbo.
    Love the pear – is it a pear? Must be gorgeous when in flower and fruit.

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