Joys of Winter

I'm looking through a rain-spattered window -
Watching the trees dance frantically to the
Tune of the gathering storm.
The sea is icy grey
The waves are climbing high
Spewing candy-floss-like spume
On to the land
Where it hangs daintily
From the beech and blackthorn.

The "bloshy" cat -
One yellow eye on watch
Nestles deep within his den
Swaddled in softest fleece.
He'll not stir until
The sun sets and
The little old lady indoors
Battles against the wild wind
And with a silly smile
And sillier voice
Delivers a dish of nourishment to his
Apartment door...

well it is sort of suburban, But all credit to the planners of MK!

Sounds stunning JessM - there is something quite special about late Winter sun.

Oh that wonderful horizontal golden light of December.
My jog around the lake illuminated by flares of scarlet dogwood stems and pearly breasts of the Canada Geese. Drakes courtesy of Faberge. Pen and ink precision of a close-by full fledged heron as I crossed the bridge.

Brilliant sunshine today, though it is definitely getting colder down here. And, oh, doesn't it show up every speck of dust? Managing to ignore it, though!

Ever wacky, ever changing British weather. Rain and rainbows, sunshine and clouds, wind and stillness. We get all those inside of one day a lot of the time. Winter's colder than summer on the whole. What could be more normal?

Hope the wind is not too ferocious when it arrives. Our chimney cowl is waiting in the woodshed until someone can put it back. It'll be a scaffolding job. Hey ho. Oh well, I can take the opportunity to hone my wind-down-the-chimney fire-lighting skills.

Oh joy indeed Annobel. My washing line snapped last week and we were only on the fringes. It is whacky weather isn't it, alternating between frost and cold one minute and mild damp winds the next.
I picked a bunch of David Austen roses last week...

glammanana

I think I will hibernate and say hello to everyone again in March

More gales forecast for late Monday and on Tuesday. England is the target this time if they're right. Oh joy!

That gave me a good chuckle, bagitha.

The trees up our lane
Are still holding on
Just
To their leaves
That are now deepening
To burnished ginger and toffee
All looking tired, old
Speckled and splotchy
And very, very wet.

Bagitha

granny23's blind that hides the mountains
(see the 'Weather Today' thread)
Is right down to our house today,
Or the house is right up to it.
Wish I could find the cord
To release the blind.
Still, at least it is not
'Haud ontae ma breeks' windy anymore
On the Wee Wifie's Wind Scale
That goes from 'huffin',
Via 'awfally blowie'
To that haudin' on!

Visci in the mistletoe. Title for your next book, butty!

A very gentle scene you've written bagitha - calming indeed.

Vsici is kicking up a storm however - being very territorial with the mistletoe, again!

Calm.
Calm after the storm.
Calm scene seen from my 'checking out gransnet' chair.
It's a favourite winter scene.
Pale, pale blue sky,
White hills
With brown on the lower slopes
Where the bare trees grow in summer.
They sleep in winter.
A soft blue-grey loch
Reflecting that pale, cold sky.
More dark outlines of trees
Nearer —
The ones I look through
To see that scene.
And every now and then
A dark shape flutters past
My pale blue window.

Have just this minute taken a photo through the window of the ferry [now operating after the storm] on her way to Islay. What a difference a day makes! Have put the image...'after the storm' in my photos for you to see.

Love it, supernana!

Nature has many guises
None more stern and unforgiving
As that she wears in winter.
She hurls ferocious winds across the brooding sky
And whips the sea into a frenzy.
She lashes the land with spears of rain
And drowns the fields in mighty flood.
She grips the very air with icy fingers
And with frosty breath
Curls the withering stems and leaves
Of the year's last blooms.
Nature has many guises...
All of which deserve respect
From mere mortals
Such as we.

ooh how lovely!! We have travelled that way a few times, it is glorious

Yes, we can see The Cobbler, Beinn Ime, Beinn Narnain and lots of smaller hills. We are very lucky!

Well, we can see them when they aren't obliterated by mist or, as at present, snow-laden clouds.

Yes, peace again in Fife () but the sky's a strange colour, so do you think snow is on its way from the West? Just off to the garden to scoop up the plastic bins and buckets which flew around all day yesterday. Hope the power is back on for those of you who lost it.

All's calm again here in Fife! My oak is still standing and has the usual large group of ring-collared doves scattered through it, though a blackbird is lording it at the top of the tree! Bagitha - do you look out towards 'The Cobbler'? I was thinking that if Rest and Be Thankful was between you and Supernana, then you'll have superb views all around you.

There was a gust of 165mph recorded at the top of Cairngorm (also at Fort William, I heard). Not quite the Tay Bridge, but hey what's a few miles and a few thousand feet?

Annobel wasn't aware of anything quite so dramatic but the bridge was certainly closed. I was in school yesterday helping with the panto and 2 young teachers were sent home at 2pm so that they could cross safely to Tayport.