Wednesday, 18 February 2015
I call that an aptly named flower!
They look so pretty as their foliage is really dark green and shows up beautifully against a white background. The flowers themselves are laced with lime green, so you can see the delicate pattern nicely in comparison to the snow.
A bit hard to get a really good photo as had no inclination to lay on my front in the snow to get down to their level... sorry, some things I just do not do.
Since then we have continued to have cold weather, but no good snowfall. A lot of neige fondu and ice, but not much else.
Our neighbour has been tidying up the hedgerows around the farm and carting huge tractor loads of branches back to the field behind his house. Any wood that could be kept for heating the house was put aside, but there was still a huge alount of branches and "bits". Today all the grandchildren were visiting, so we had a bonfire at dusk.
There is something lovely about standing around a blazing fire when it is really cold. A very primordial and primitive sense of peace and enjoyment. Your front is hurting from the heat, and your back is aching from cold. It is essential to turn around every now and then to allow the back to defrost before facing the flames once more. The flames leap and soar higher and higher, before dying back to smouldering coals.
Staring glassy eyed into the flames is essential, as is holding your hands out closer - even though it is already too warm where you are standing. The children occupied themselves throwing twigs and corn stalks onto the fire, while the adults just soaked up the warmth and ambience. Chickens pecked at the ground at the limit of the heat.
All too soon it was over, and time to lock the chickens up as the sun set.
Life in the country is good.