Tuesday 6th Feb 2007
The long frosty evenings continue bringing mornings that shimmer in the sunlight. Flattened grass pressed to the ground by the weight of the hoar frost shatters underfoot and released from icy bondage springs up into the slanting rays of sunshine that flow out of a clear dawn sky. Nothing moves around me yet but the air is filled with lively chattering wake up music from the birds that passed the trepidations of the icy night entombed deep in dense leaved bushes and arise in gratitude to greet another day. The sound reverberates off the ice crystals swelling in magnified splendour and melts my heart. I turn indoors and come back with the tastiest morsels I can find and feed the minstrels of the dawn.