white feathers

the very first snaw flakes of the year to fall in my garden poorly captured on a digital camera.

mr c once won a prize for a poem about snaw, i dont remember how it went apart from the line
"snaw snaw
like 'fhite feathers fallin' fae heaven"
id be surprised if anyone, apart from his mother, who could remember any more.

the other one's hoover blew up yesterday if only he hadnt been so angry he would have remembered to blip the carnage that ensued once he got hold of the screwdriver