Snow!!!

I must eat my words. Winters here are not muddy and dreary, they are beautiful and romantic if there is snow. And we had snow for the last two or so weeks. We had rain in between but the snow keeps and during the last night fell a bit more of it.

The lake and the village is absolutely gorgeous. Birds add to it too. We have small, dark ducks on the piece of lake which is not frozen and snowed over and a big flock of swans. I think there are some geese too. I took photos of them and there are darker birds amongst swans which could not be youngsters at this time of the year, could they? I don’t know. They are very vocal in darkness and it is great to hear them at night. Add to it tinies chirping in bushes during the day and I must say everything feels better thanks to them. In UK black birds start to sing in January but we don’t have many of them here unfortunately.

So we will get some more sleet tomorrow but a few days after will be cold and snowy again which makes me very happy. I managed to catch a beautiful moon on a frosty evening too and am very happy with myself that I started to use my Nikon camera besides my smart phone and ipad. I bought it three years ago in USA and took only about 10 photos until now. Had to read it’s manual again; forgot what all the little buttons are meant to do.

Thanks to snow I had a small incident, which I can thank myself for. I walk around the house in crocks and warm socks and was taking veggie peelings to the compost heap a few days ago, which stands at the bottom of my garden. My house is located on top of a little slope which leads to the lake. I slid on the slope in my cheap, slippery shoes and somehow hit my finger nail so hard that pushed it into the finger. The pain was very real and I landed on my back, with my clothes completely wet from that side. I came home and was changing into something dry, when the garden gate bell rand. Delivery guys use this one usually and if I don’t get to the gate on time they leave and ask my neighbor to take my parcels. So I ran downstairs and then through the garden in the same, slippery crocks (I should stick upwards rolling eyes emoji here). The man who had my parcel opened the gate and started to move towards me and as I reached him I fell at his feet. I had my night gown on only and thank goodness that it kept closed! It was sort of embarrassing, but at my age I don’t get embarrassed easily anymore. I think the man with the parcel was a bit scared. My finger is still sore to type and it looks like my nail will come off because it moves freely when I touch it, which is quite gross I must say.