The Bridal Wreath is even whiter than it is when heavy with its springtime flowers; whilst the prickly, unforgiving, Creeping Juniper, the one that scratches your arms and leaves an itchy rash when you try to weed in and around it, seems soft and friendly with its white coverning.
The Kilmarnock Willow stands like a graceful white canopy over the frozen pond, where I found the footprints.
Are they cat footprints? Or are they fox? I think the larger ones may be fox because we hear them every night. Calling with their eerie bark.
Which of them dared to walk on the ice? Last night the fox woke us at midnight barking and calling; I wanted to sleep as I had to get up at 5 o'clock to get ready for work - my first day back after the Christmas and New Year break. In this weather I just wanted to stay in bed cosy and warm, so did the cats. I wonder where the foxes sleep?