Monday, 1 December 2008

The first of the month

December arrived with a vengeance today. The first time that I've crunched rather than splashed across fields to feed the sheep, and every water trough surface had to be smashed; inch-thick ice stretched opaquely over each one.
The holly berries are out in great clusters, vying with the rosehips and occasional string of bryony for who can do the scarlet drapery thing best.
It's all very festive, but it's incredibly difficult to poke my nose from beneath the duvet when I know it's my turn to do the animals.

4 comments:

menopausaloldbag (MOB) said...

Lovely festive picture. Hang that on your front door as it's good enough to look real!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

What do you mean - "to do" the animals? Surely this is your husband's territory.
By the way - all our holly berries were gobbled by birds weeks ago... so count yourself lucky!

Winchester whisperer said...

Go on Mopsa - deck the new barn!

Mopsa said...

I hope to hang up a bit of the real thang MOB.

All very democratic here YP - I freeze my arse off one day, he suffers the next. If we shared the daily tasks I'd never get a lie-in and that just wouldn't do!

WW - I will, I will!