I woke up this morning to a thin white blanket outside. Yay, finally! Snow was still falling when I left for work and was supposed to fall most of the day. I was very happy. But by lunchtime it hadn’t snowed for several hours and what had been on the ground was fading away
Then, it began again. A nice amount that many in the building were calling heavy. One called it a blizzard. Not really, either a blizzard or heavy, but that’s the English for you
It kept up enough that by three we’d been informed that the campus buses were leaving early. Work is in the middle of nowhere, so they have buses to bring us in from the surrounding villages and Cambridge. My bus normally leaves work at 5.20, today it left at 3.45. By this time there was soooo much snow on the ground, I wondered how ever were we to get home.
Not. Seriously people, there’s hardly any there! But leaving early meant I could have a little walk and take some pics. And I’ll finish off my work tonight.
I have a back to front house. My back gate opens onto the street and my front door opens to this
Those trees are actually in two rows, forming a dense hedge in summer. There is a walk in between where all the local dog owners take their daily walk.
On the other side of those trees are wheat fields.
At harvest time you need to shut the windows or your house will be covered in a layer of straw dust thrown into the air by the combine harvesters. The first warning is coming home to straw dust all over the parked cars. Ask me how I know
While the fields of wheat can be pretty, I much prefer them white.