Today I have been thinking about the beauties of Winter. The temperature has fallen from the unseasonal balmy days which seduced the new shoots to show themselves. Despite the sunshine, a crisp wind cuts through all of the protective layers, but I have been enjoying the birds from the graceful red kites, the passing heron, the ducks, and many tiny birds down to the treecreepers and the wrens.
The remaining berries shine among the lines of bare branches, the scratchy twigs marked against the pale yellow sky. The beech leaves glow with a deceptive warmth.
I came across this print and love it. It is by Hester Cox, and is from here.