Although rushing to and fro these days, I do try and take the time first thing in the morning to walk up to the village for my coffee as well as to pick up my mail.
Time allowing I wander back through the vineyards – if not I head straight back down the road. Each route has its own charms and reasons for being.
Yesterday was our first true frost (there had been sunny, clear skies and nothing to interfere in between
Sun and earth with the result of horefrost.
|First a lot of droplets where the sun had already shown|
|blades of frozen grass - in the shade|
|heavily frosted leaves in the open fields|
|some kind of hunting bird...huge but at a distance|
Later this morning as I drove up to the village (yep a very short night and plenty of fog left me without my usual « need » to walk it), parked then did a few errands on foot came across one tree that has it’s seasons completely mixed up : my calendar says December, the tree thinks it’s spring !