Black and White. But not by design. For days now we have been under this heavy lid of pale gray cloud. Under the threat of snow. Below freezing. A frozen solid white bread sandwich. Colour has fled our world.
Mr Flowers had been obviously depressed these last two days. He had lost Pania.
A strange bloody story.
This morning’s pictures are so much more beautiful that I thought I would show you those instead of yesterdays paltry offerings.
Don’t eat yellow snow. Just sayin’.