An early start.

I look at the clock.    It is 5.00 am.     Mr P sleeps peacefully beside me, he has had a long hard week.   He needs to rest.   Sounds are muffled, I know the snow has arrived.   Tick tock, tick tock.   I look at the clock, it is 5.40 am.   I wonder if I can creep from the bedroom without disturbing my weary husband.     I walk across the floor trying to avoid the creaky boards.
I escape, rush downstairs, put my coat over my dressing gown.    Scarf, hat, and wellies follow.
I let Nella out of her room and we both head for the garden.    She rushes out ploughing up the snow with her long nose.   She disappears into the distance and I head for the shed.
I start by clearing spaces for the birds to feed.     I fill feeders and chop the scraps from the kitchen.    I make sure there is water available.     When the birds wake breakfast will be ready :)

 I live and breathe wildlife.    My mothers depression did not allow friends to visit when I was a child.    My life was spent mainly with my brother and the flora and fauna that lived alongside us.    It was never a problem, I was a happy little girl.......I have not changed much over the years, I am still the same happy little girl inside :)

 I look at the tree house and think of my dear Grandchildren having fun in the snow today.    Snowball fights with Mummy and perhaps a run through the woods that lie at the back of their house.

The birds arrive in large numbers and I am happy knowing the garden is a sanctuary for them.
Sweet robin sits and lets me take a photograph.....we are friends.   I feed him insects when I dig the garden.   I would be lost without this space.     The garden is my church, a place where I can be me, no questions asked :)