at that halfway stage between freeze and thaw: there's ragged snow on
the tired-looking grass on the lawn. In patches on the pavement there
are thin layers of grey slush.
It's strange to see the pond unfrozen again when the weather still feels
so raw but lying beneath the surface is an unmelted slab of lumpy ice,
as if the frost is just slumbering for a while, down there in its water-bed,
amongst the pondweeds.
seems so drab and damp - road, pavement and vehicles - and the wintry
river's main purpose in life seems to be as a conduit for rubbish. A moorhen
swims and pecks amongst the driftwood of our day.
the bird feeders, things are brighter with siskin, chaffinch
and nuthatch joining the goldfinches
at the feeders.
Richard Bell, email@example.com