Frosty, foggy

It’s been a week of frosty, foggy mornings, and today I crept out of the house before seven to walk the fields and forests around my home. Despite the ice underfoot the bluebell shoots are pushing up while the primrose rosettes are beginning to green again. Though I know it is far from over, it hasn’t been a bad winter, and more often than not there has been great beauty between the greys.