Sunday 11.4.2021

 Out early on a beautiful morning though no sign of any warmer temperatures yet: the roads with a pristine thin carpet of snow, blue sky but still plenty of clouds about, promising more showers.

Trees with delicate brush strokes of white, 

some looking poised for those warmer temperatures.

The birds were in full throat, notably a thrush and, further on, a robin, serenading the rising sun at the very tops of the trees. It was necessary to stop and listen for a minute or two and watch the robin whose breast feathers glowed vermilion as the sun caught them.

Back up on the road, the sun, though warmer by the second, hadn`t managed to melt the snow

and our footsteps were still engraved on the surface.