12.30pm

All day we are swathed in mists,

a quiet damp.

1pm.

Yesterday the rains came, the temperatures climbed.

Today there is no snow.

Christmas Day.

A perfect dawn. 

A white Christmas.

Happy Christmas to you!

8.45am

A perfect moon to greet us each cold, crisp morning.

The snow returns and lingers.

9am

We awake to a wonderland of fluffy, Narnian snow.

3.50pm

The sun melts like snow, dying in a flood of gold, down over the mountains.

8.45am

Rumours of snow drift down the coast on a bitter wind.

9.45am

The bitter winds blow in again bringing hail and sleet and snow.

We wait.

8.45am

A quiet morning. A brief respite from the cold.

4pm

The snow is melting off the mountain.

Sunrise.

3.30pm

A hard bright sun,

the frozen land like a silent waiting.

2.15pm

At last the snow is blown out and away, 

off to other parts for a while.

But the bitter air remains.

11am

Out of bitter air there blooms a snowy peak.

1pm

All day we are lost, swathed in a swirling wintry haze,

and the wind moans, moans through the house.

1pm

As we watch, winter comes swooping down from the mountains.

All day wintry showers blow and squall around the mountains.

1.30pm.

The snow arrived on Saturday. Unusually early for us.

Sunset.

Cold, cold, cold...

9am

After a week of undecided weather,

a strange, still morning.