Drinking in the morning sun...

Woken by streamers of golden sunlight dancing across the bedroom floor....stencilled beautifully onto the carpet, cut from the gaps in the hastily pulled, make-do-and-mend curtains.

SUNSHINE! 

bright and pure...quickly to the top of the stairs to gaze out at The Tree...then across the garden to the fields. My heart begins to beat faster, oh sunshine, how I've missed you...I hadn't realised until this very moment just how much.

Grab assortment of clothing, pulling on socks...Boodle senses outdoor shenanigans, gives me the hurry up! Outside it's bright! The light! We head for the gate nearest the back door, looking back,  the house is still asleep, all the curtains shut. We push on...

The last snow fall was powdery and dry...a mixture of persil and finest caster sugar. 

The shadows are pink and blue. 

We walk around to the Cowshed, the end wall has just been illuminated by sunlight. 

The sun is still climbing, rising from behind the tallest trees in the woods, shadows are long.

 Into the woods then..."Morning" singing, ringing tree...we always take a little detour to see her. A gentle touch on her huge heavy limbs...this morning Jack has dressed her beautifully in a restrained dusting of  snow.

A steep incline and we emerge onto a Lane that is opposite our own. There is one spot, where, in the winter, when the hedges are cut you can just make out The Lane.

Yes! 

Above the ballet dancing shadow, to the right a little, is a white rectangle floating in the treeline...that's home

Time to head back for a cuppa, to shake the house awake...so we walk, I hum  made up tunes and Boodle truffles through the last remaining drifts...It's good to get your insides singing again.

I sat outside with my cup of tea and drank....

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