Christmas, New Year and Epiphany (Kings Day) have been and gone. We have celebrated, but the celebrations have been subdued, because of travel restrictions, social distancing and prohibitions on singing and other things. It's been snowy here for more than a week. It's been bitterly cold; yesterday the thermometer in our kitchen window showed -5° in the morning. There are piles of frozen snow everywhere and our roof has a frightening overhang of snow; before entering the front door you have to look up and check that the fall isn't imminent.
Walking has been difficult. Last week, when the snow was fresh, the theme in my brain was Good King Wenceslas.
Trudging through the deep snow, following footprints to find the best route.
Now it's just cold. The snow has set hard. The theme today is more like "In the Bleak Midwinter"
Frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone. Snow had fallen, snow on snow.
