Snow Blizzards Hit The East

A Wonderful Spring Morning !


   Talk of spring and fresh new leaf would look rather out of place on this March morning, the fens nestle low as wild winds bring snow blizzards to the east of England, daffodil bud sit with heads bowed as snow settles and every fen home lets out chimney smoke as old fen tigers sit in wonder as to where spring has gone.
   Acres of rich farmland already lay under a fine sheet of snow and winds tear at every hedgerow that dare stand in it's way, no wide blue sky to place smiles upon faces nor the air full of bird song this morning, just the real raw hard fenland where no man or woman fears the cold, where life is hard and strange words roll from the tongue, where poacher and keeper both walk the moonlit droves and marshes hide a thousand tales.
   This bead maker will work beside his kiln on this cold day, his eyes will miss nothing of the snow that falls and his little dragon will heat his barn until dusk, thoughts of those working the land and waters of the east will enter his mind and lady luck he will wish their way.