Overnight the snow has fallen & once again the landscape is ethreal. The running water from the stream prevents the pond from icing over completely; this is a lifesaver for the birds who need to be able to drink & wash their feathers. The fat balls are in great demand; even the pidgeons are attempting an ungainly display of gymnastics to sample the delicacy followed by a dessert of bright berries and ruby crabapples. The plants take on a new persona swathed in sparkling crystals, the Miscanthus particularly has a touch of 'Liberache' about it! The potted-Peiries is shivering outside the window as the biting north-east wind cuts through her leaves. It may be beautiful today but the wind-chill is deathly.
