Winter is turning over and the dark and cold are drawing back. But I don't want winter to go. I love the icing of frost on the grass and the leaves and the last rose hip in the garden this morning
My fingers were aching in the cold but the air was so crisp and sharp, I crunched around the garden and licked ice off the leaves.
When I looked up the tree was full of brilliant birds - red, yellow, blue, green and black. I just caught a few as they racketted back and forth screeching out to each other. You'll have to take my word they were as dazzling as the bright blue sky because they moved so fast I could barely focus on them.
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