There is something rather magical about the quiet days between winter and spring.
By the end of February, I always find myself longing for longer days, sunshine and the first signs of life in the garden. But every now and then, winter gives us a morning so beautiful that I almost wish it would stay a little longer.
This particular morning, the countryside was wrapped in a soft blanket of mist. Not a breath of wind, just complete stillness.
I grabbed my camera, made myself a coffee to take along and wandered outside to capture a few of those fleeting moments.
The horses were quietly grazing, the trees stood like silhouettes against the pale sky, and everything seemed to move at a slower pace.
These are the mornings I love. No plans, no rush. Just the simple pleasure of being at home in the countryside, surrounded by animals and nature.
Spring can wait just a little longer.
And after a long walk in the cold, there is nothing quite like coming home to a warm kitchen, freshly baked buns and a pot of coffee.
One of the little pleasures of country life.
During the summer there are often visitors coming down the river in their canoes. Some bring their fishing rod to try their luck, and some set up their tent for the night.
Sometimes you can even smell new grilled fish and hear sounds of a guitar and people singing around the open fire.
A little reminder of summer, when visitors stop by the river to fish, light a barbecue and enjoy the long evenings. Now, everything is wonderfully quiet.
Soon the days will grow longer, the trees will turn green and the garden will slowly come back to life.
But for now, I'm enjoying these last quiet moments of winter.