Because, if the truth be told, I've found the last couple of weeks a little trying. We're bang in the middle of it, you see. Look at any of those maps of where in the UK has the worst weather, and we're it. The garden still has about three feet of snow, the thermometer didn't get above -7 today, and the car iced itself to the road last Friday. Add to that the fact that I can't get all three girls out of the house at the same time, because although we're in the middle of a town, the Council is studiously ignoring our road so it's walk in, walk out only, which is not so easy with three under four and an increasingly large bump, that Tescos won't come (see Council whinge above), that the local supermarkets are rationing bread and milk, there is ice on the inside of our loo window, and the entire area has sold out of snow tyres and you'll get why I'm a little fed up of the whole thing.
But then every now and then, just as my stress levels are rising, I look around. And I realise, yet again, how unbelievably beautiful it is. I finally had proof today too that I'll never be really good at this photography lark - nothing to do with the talent of course, but I don't have the commitment. It was an absolutely stunning day here. Frost everywhere, empty blue skies, bare branches white against them. And although I thought, about forty-eight times; "I should go and get the camera" I didn't.
But here are some I have taken over the last week or so. Some I'm proud of, some didn't quite work out how I meant. But they're all white:
This post was written for Tara's Gallery. Click on the link to see more White (but not necessarily snowy) pictures.