New life

Mud, and more mud, the horses, Kracker and Poppy, although wrapped up warm, squelch through Winter’s  mire.
Redwing and Fieldfare chatter as they search through the leafless hedgerow, for any remains of Autumn’s bounty. A chill wind ruffles a feather, times are hard.
The sky remains forever grey, full of unpleasantness, waiting to catch us out.
The spirit of every creature is tested during these difficult months, mine included, but as I trudge across the garden, willing myself on, I notice a break in the soil, and just below the surface, waiting for the moment, Snow Drops.snowdrop-flowers-spring-flower-plant.jpg
The first in a chain of events that will lead us out of the dark and onward into Summer.
With a smile, I snuggle inside my fleece, look at the waiting ducks, and carry on.
With assistance from Hazel (my stick) I return to the cottage, a crackling log fire and a bottle of fine malt greet me.
With the chill dispelled from my ageing bones, and sat comfortably, I reach out and grab my Old Pulteney.
I watch as the amber liquid poures into my glass with a reassuring glug, filling the air with its scent of Speyside.
I raise my Glencairn of glowing spirit to the fire, the flames, distorted by the cut crystal, dance a glowing dance.
“Happy new year everyone.”

Categories: LT COL BUMF, or was he a General?

thestork245

I'm a disabled ex-Soldier, just entering my Autumn years. I write purely out of enjoyment about anything and everything. My main interests are Nature, especially birds and history. I enjoy reading, fiction or non-fiction, it doesn't matter, any genre pleases me.

4 Comments

    • Cheers Agness, glad you enjoyed it, Spring seemed a million miles away, this morning, as I tidied up round the garden, after last night’s howler, but as I huffed and chuntered to myself, I noticed the first buds appearing on the little peach tree.
      Soon be time for the first Swallow, you take care.

  1. Hello Andrea, I’m starting to get excited about spring already, just that little bit of sunshine, and a few minutes on the end of the day makes all the difference, Pheasants are facing off on the lawn and a Hedge sparrow has started singing. It’s on it’s way.
    You take care.
    Mick.

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