At the weekend the garden was looking wonderful with hundreds of daffodils in bloom, the flowering quince was covered with red flowers, the forsythia was beginning to get a slightly yellow aura, as it does before it blooms and of course wild primroses, scattered here and there, all added extra charm.
Then on Sunday night, blowing in from the East, came the snow.
All day Tuesday it snowed and blow'd.
A local farmer attempted to clear the road, using a tractor as a makeshift snowplow, the 5 foot drifts in the lane soon defeated him.
Tuesday night the thaw began with great whooshes the snow fell off the roof, scared M'selle Fleur half to death.
So, here's the problem....................
Now, all I have to worry about is that June & Leighton (our trusty house & dogs sitters) will be able to dig themselves out of their own snow bank and get to us safely in the morning.