Wivenhoe Wonderland


Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,


Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,


And veils the farmhouse at the garden’s end.
The steed and traveler stopped, the courier’s feet


Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.


The Snow Storm – Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I asked my daughter if she would pose for me, she kindly agreed to flatten her spikey hair, change into one of my dresses and then we headed off down to the Bluebell woods in Wivenhoe. Click on the picture above to go to my gallery.