21 November 2016

Winter has arrived

Not with snow yet, but with frost and cold hands scraping ice from the car windscreen and an almost bald head wondering where the woolly hat has been left, and with fingers feeling for gloves, and with little birds in the garden mobbing the fat-filled half coconut shell and scuttling across the frosted grass blades for the scattered seeds. And a cat is watching... It will have its share of the feed, indirectly. Thus Nature proceeds.