Waking Up To A Blanket Of Snow.

A touch of magic, a touch of winter.

 A hidden lane into the heart of the forest complete with feeding station and magic.

Lately a whole lot of trees have been ruthlessly cut down and I felt that I should pay homage to those ancient and stunning witnesses of time that have evaded the chop!

Who wouldn't love to take a walk amid this snow covered bit of nature? The snow in front of me hadn't been touched by any feet apart from a few hoofs and it was fun to interpret the various indentations in the virgin snow.

At a local apple orchard birds were flocking together trying to pick the odd morsel off the ground. Be it worms or dried apples....

A real touch of winter magic about. Walking in snow is a sheer joy even if it coincides with icy feet! Only those bits of the road where the snow plow had done its deed ( he started at half past five this morning, shaking us all awake ) were slippery as ice and far from nice to walk on.

A sleepy hollow! Deutsch Schützen in the distance and Eisenberg in front. Well, only a few houses can be seen but they constitute the start of our village.

I hope that folks will stop cutting down trees because as you can see, trees and forests make the magic of Burgenland happen...

Biggi