On Friday the thirteenth....
Fir cones dangling daringly with bits of white snow on their shoulders. Could anything be more indicative of the season?
Setting off this morning on my walk took a bit of convincing. It was dull, cold and slightly slippery. Nothing like the cozy warmth of our lounge.
The best prop to fairy tales. A gingerbread house of sorts hiding behind these snow covered bushes.
A quaint old trailer amid a pile of logs sitting ever so gently amid the splendour of our vineyards. A dash of colour...
A big pile of straw curiously enough sprouting fresh green blades of grass, covered with a gentle layer of our first snow of the season. Rather picturesque.
One blade of our lavender seems to defy logic and season. A bit of purple magic right outside our front door.
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