Not a Water Buffalo Day Today

A rather nicer day today, although very cold. A day for double socks, a duvet jacket and hands thrust deep into pockets. The birds are into their winter silence, flitting low down between bushes and clumps of trees, although a blackbird does set up an aggrieved alarm call as I approach.

This holly tree keeled over some years ago, but life finds a way to hang in there. Now it throws out lateral branches that act like new trunks.

This holly nearby is laden with berries, which folklore claims is a sign of a harsh winter to come. It’s not, of course, it’s merely the result of the weather patterns we have had earlier this year. It may still be a harsh winter, but the berries are not a portent.

But it’s a very Novembery day, almost a Decembery day. The leaves have fallen and the sun is very low.

But where the sun strikes the trees the light is still glorious.

13 thoughts on “Not a Water Buffalo Day Today

  1. We are nearing the solstice, aren’t we? That low slant of light is marvelous. We’ve had gray skies all day; if we were several degrees of latitude north I’d say it looked like it might snow. The duck hunters are grumbling; they call the skies a “high, gray liner” and bemoan the difficulty of bagging a few birds.

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