A very English frosty morning
the orchard white, frozen, beautiful
the horse's steaming breath showing against the whitened landscape
ice on the windscreen but how I love the beauty of it all
wrapped warmly against its sharp cutting wind
I drive through the village
and later, into freezing English meadows and woodlands
home is so lovely
nothing can compare with
this landscape
every day I revel in its beauty and want for nothing more
just to be
every day surrounded by sheer delight
the ponies now are growing
away from their mothers
warmly kept in the stables
I hear them as I walk under the trees
looking at the paddocks with their icy covering
which is timeless
and I think that is why it is such a delight
and so my first words for this, my Diary
Victoria
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