Saturday morning blues

Spot on, Ella...

Oh, to be in England, etc

In the midst of death, signs of life.

A churchyard, somewhere in eastern England, this morning.

Groundhog day

Here we go again.

On Saturday the sun shone and it felt like the first day of spring. Yesterday, I even did the odd desultory bit of gardening.

Today, this is the view from my window:

One year in 120 seconds

There's been snow in these parts almost continuously for the past three weeks, and with the prospect of more of the white stuff falling this weekend, it's becoming pretty annoying, what with the daily uncertainty about school closures, transport disruptions, icy roads, etc.

At times like this, it can help to be reminded that this too will pass and, impossible though it may be to imagine right now, spring and summer will soon come around and this gnawing cold will be a distant memory. Here's Eirik Solheim's wonderful time lapse video of the view from his home in Oslo, recording the passing of the seasons (via):

Another snow day

If Norm can do it, so can I. Some views from my window, somewhere in eastern England, this Wednesday lunchtime:

Snow business

Today is the first day in two and a half weeks that snow hasn't been visible from my window. Just thought you'd like to know. Can spring be far behind....?