Still snowing. The Queen’s birthday, 21st April, and the weather is insisting that it’s only January. The wind has changed direction, about 180 degrees, and has strengthened a lot. So my gates are blocked and would need digging out, plus a path from the gates to the house. Where the wind has blown the snow off the trees, I can see colour of leaves, and some whiteness of blossom. I can’t believe the blossom will survive to become fruit, but I hope hope hope. Also hope the poor young bees and other pollinators have found somewhere warm to shelter.
Time to light the fire again. It’s 3 degrees outside, so there must be a thaw in progress, but it’s going to take a while…
Never miss an opportunity…
Don’t those snow cushions look comfy?
Cat pawprints in the snow outside
Great Tits have rediscovered the feeder
The wind has changed direction, the weathervane whipping round from SE to NE
So here’s the thing. Winter has arrived with a vengeance, and exacts a steep price for living on the edge of a village 1,000 metres up in the Carpathians. Snow – lots of it. Makes getting out (and back) quite tricky at times. Even impossible.
So here’s the thing. we’re launching the book in Brasov next Friday, 16th December. But will I be there? Ask the weather forecasters. Once I can get down to Zarnesti there’ll be no problem… but it’s the track from my house to what we call ‘the main road’ (see picture) and then the road down through the forest, dropping 500 metres through 12 sharp turns until the road flattens out and takes me out of the national park to Zarnesti and asphalt roads.
So here’s the thing. Getting down is easy, compared to getting back.
What do you think? Reckon I’ll turn up to the launch of my own book? Come along to Okian bookshop in Brasov at 1800 hrs on the 16th, and watch the door. With a bit of luck, I’ll see you there!