Feb 23rd, 2016
This morning there was a thick layer of ice on the pond. The mountains were incredibly beautiful, white with snow down to about 300m, but pink as the dawn light hit them. Then this afternoon, I walked up to the waterfalls and stopped for a chat with a friend on the way back. Standing talking in the sun with my coat off, it must have been at least 12 degrees.
The crocuses by the front door seem to be surviving both the frost and whatever it is that keeps trying to eat them anyway.