Knees up Mother Brown

My granny used to say that with a smile in her latter years, when her legs wouldn't do what she wanted them to. My knee has been giving me grief today. Happens periodically. Kneeling in the frozen ground trying to scrabble out snow from under the car wheels with my bare hands for ten minutes before I was rescued on Thursday won't have helped. Here, in a rare moment of stillness and quiet, Ophelia has her little knees tucked into her blouse.