On day 271 of 365 Days Wild I rose before dawn for what promised to be a beautiful morning down in the meadow and by the pond.
I received my first treat of the day before I even left the house. It was the time of the February full moon – called the Snow Moon, or sometimes Hunger Moon, in Native American lore – which was hanging low in the pink sky above the frosty field behind our house. I caught my first view of it from the upstairs bathroom window, and had to quickly dash back to my bedroom for my phone so I could take a picture of it. The second picture I took from the bottom of the garden before I left for my walk.
The sky over the lanes as I walked towards the sunrise was stained with a gorgeous orange. A light mist hung over the fields that border the dyke, though it quickly dissipated in the dawn sun.
By the time I reached the meadow the mist was no more than a slight haze in the air, though the frost did linger a little while longer.
I spent quite a while sitting down by the pond, simply enjoying the morning light and listening to the birds singing as I drank my morning coffee.
The sunbeams through the trees were quite delicious. It was a wonderful way to spend the first hour or so of my day.
I couldn’t resist snapping yet more pictures of the snowdrops while I was there. They won’t be around for much longer so I’m making the most of them whilst I can. Or, that’s my excuse, anyway..
Have you been out for a dawn walk recently? Let me know in the comments below.