A Rural Salopian

 Hi Team, Bare branches. Fuzz bursts – not quite silver, not yet green. A tremble beneath brittle sky. Not-yet-warmth tickles. (Soon: the scent of unfurling) Not surrender, but winter's breath held, waiting. Catkins: an exhale against the frost. A Shropshire Lad

 Snowfall The world is silent, still As snowflakes drift and fill The empty fields and hills With a blanket of white The air is crisp and cold As I breathe in and hold The scent of pine and mold And a hint of delight The sound is soft and low As I walk through the snow And hear the crunch below And the birds in their flight The touch is smooth and fine As I reach out and find The snowflakes on my skin And a spark of light A Shropshire Lad

 Hi Team A Winter Wish I go to bed with a smile on my face They say it's going to snow tonight I can't wait to see the flakes Falling softly from the sky I dream of all the things I'll do When I wake up to the snow I'll make a snow angel and a snowflake And throw some snowballs at my friends I hope the snow will last all day And cover everything in sight I love the winter wonderland It's like a magic fairyland A Shropshire Lad

 Hi Team, At this time of the year the crisp clear nights can give us beautiful views of the Shropshire country. We live in a quiet part of a quiet county where light pollution is particularly low. In the still evening, with a long exposure and a hunter's moon there is plenty to excite the imagination and trigger the senses.. A Lone Winter Walk The night is cold and still But I feel a gentle thrill As I walk along the country lanes With only the hunter's moon to guide me The stars are bright and clear And I sense no danger near As I breathe the crisp and frosty air With only the hunter's moon to warm me The fields are white and bare But I see a beauty rare As I marvel at the silent scene With only the hunter's moon to admire me The village is far and dim But I know I'll reach my inn As I follow the familiar path With only the hunter's moon to welcome me A Shropshire Lad

Hello Team One of the most delightful sights of winter is the appearance of snowdrops, those delicate white flowers that seem to defy the cold and herald the coming of spring. Snowdrops belong to the genus Galanthus, which means "milk flower" in Greek, and they are native to Europe and Asia Minor. There are about 20 species of snowdrops, each with its own distinctive characteristics, such as the shape and size of the petals, the markings on the inner segments, and the length and curvature of the leaves. Snowdrops are bulbous plants, which means they store food and water in underground structures called bulbs. This enables them to survive the harsh conditions of winter and to emerge as soon as the soil temperature rises above freezing. Snowdrops are also very sensitive to light, and they will start to grow and bloom in response to the increasing day length. Some species of snowdrops can even flower as early as January, regardless of the snow cover or the air temperature. Snowd...

Team,  A winter sunset, Furnace-like, fiery and bright, Nature's artistry. The sky ablaze with hues, Of orange, pink, and red, A sight to behold, As the sun sets ahead. The trees stand tall and proud, Silhouetted against the sky, A peaceful winter scene, That makes the heart sigh. The air is crisp and cold, But the beauty warms the soul, A moment to cherish, As the day comes to a close. The fiery sunset fades, As the stars begin to shine, A winter night descends, A moment frozen in time. A Shropshire Lad

 Hi Team, Fractal ice crystals,   Winter's beauty on display,   Hopeful spring awaits. A Shropshire Lad