Not many birds have visited the peanutbutter jar and not many birds are visiting the birdhouse to build their nest. Still, more birds were at the peanutbutter than there were at the birdhouse.
It’s a grey, cold, boring day today and -after having done some shopping this morning- I couldn’t be bothered to go out again.
And suddenly it snowed. Fierce. And then minutes later it stopped again leaving a thin layer of snow on the balcony. I stepped out to take the familiar picture of the horizon and when I went back in I noticed the pattern in the snow.
And we’re counting down. Only three more days to go in this coldest, greyest, most boring month. In three days it will be March and spring will be on it’s way. I can’t wait for March 21 or 22 to happen.
This morning it’s white on the fields because of the snow. I read that it snowed a lot in other parts of the country. Here there was just some mild snowing going on.
Over there, in Den Horn, it looks very light. Even sunny. Now, while I don’t want to deny the good people of Den Horn some sunlight, I would like to have some of it myself too. Maybe I’m watching too many American TV series judging from the way I make up sentences like these.
I never saw these geese until I looked at the uploaded picture on the blog. With any bit of luck we’ll be seeing birds migrating north again very soon. Not these geese, I guess.
The day before last -as predicted- that we will experience wintery landscapes. This is a typical scene.
Nowadays the buildings have names like Gasfornuis. And I can only vaguely remember what it looked like before.