We received a footnote from winter this morning. Well more of a memo really, pointing out that winter can still come to West Cornwall, in spite of our sub tropical climate. So it was with great excitement that I race around to record the transformation because I didn’t expect it to stay with us for very long!
I have to admit that I’ve been tracking the weather for weeks, in the hope of a flurry of snowflakes and this morning, a billowing cloud of loveliness drifted into our world.
The first winter snow flurry
A perfect silence fell as the courtyard garden was transformed by the snow fall. A silence only broken by the high keening cry of the gulls circling high above us.
Dawn was just breaking on the winter morning and our footsteps made that particular creak that only fresh snowfall can bring.
A day transformed
Our brush with winter was to last only for a few short hours. By mid morning our glimpse of Narnia had vanished, leaving only a fleeting memory.
Yet read on, for this morning’s snaps taken around the garden, of the rarely seen snowy landscape. Precious and fleeting, the transformed views that firmly anchor Ednovean Farm and her gardens in the Cornish landscape.
Garden view across the Bay
The tiny cliff top fields behind Mousehole across Mounts bay were shrouded in white in the winter world. The snowy fields brought back the memory of the walk from Mousehole to Lamorna beside those very fields.
Perranuthnoe nestles just below the farm. In this snap a passing snow shower touches the sea as the sun finally reaches the pasture. We leave the old woody grasses when possible to make a wildlife habitat.
The Italian Garden
The Italian has always got its’ own little romance.
I walked there twice today – once at dawn to fill up the bird feeders and later as the sun warmed the gardens. Such a contrast from frigid dawn to sunny promise on a winter morning!
I hope that you’ve enjoyed our brush with winter in this short blog.
Snow is rare in West Cornwall so we have to make the most of it!
It’s evocative really 17th of January was the old Twelfth night of Christmas from the Julian Calendar*. Maybe they knew a thing or two about the progress of winter!
*The beginning of the legal new year was moved from March 25 to January 1 in 1752.
