PEARL DROPS

Is it easier in winter to appreciate the landscape? Whatever the weather, there’s always something beautiful to see in a wintry scene, despite – or perhaps because of – poor weather conditions.

Pearl drops adorned bare-twigged trees this morning. A silver birch, its mottled bark creating a haphazard pattern of grey and black, looked exquisite. Each little twig wore a drop of rainwater, looking for all the world like a decorated piece of art. The river, flowing ferociously, was punctured all over by piercing rain, creating a pattern reminiscent of summer sun sparkling on the water. A female pheasant stood on the river bank, her feathers fluffed up. She was absolutely still, and looked like a carved wooden sculpture.

In muddy groves, snowdrops bowed their white heads, adding brightness to a dark spot. Daffodils, in a growth spurt and eager to burst their buds, drank thirstily from the saturated earth.

Blackbirds and robins delighted in the softened ground, cocking their heads on one side, then pulling up wiggly worms for breakfast. Greenfinches adorned the bird feeders, dropping sunflower seeds for pigeons to hoover up.

Such activities contrasted with the absence of human beings who, having glanced out of the window, were holed up at home or in their cars, missing out on close encounters with the gems of nature. Thank God for wet winter days? Why not?

 

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