Couldn`t unfortunately (work and all that jazz) but out by nine,drinking up the icy air, the sky as blue as..a very blue thing...with just the odd feathery wisp of white on the horizon.
The last of the frozen snow remains,still solid enough to walk on,still lapping at the fence despite the warmth of the sun.
And in the woods not only was it warm enough to discard hat (one this morning) and sweater
but just as it seemed the day couldn`t get much better (birdsong, sunshine, tra la la la la)..Heavens to Murgatroyd - the unmistakeable drumming of a woodpecker.
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