Winter's morning

For once it's one of those simply beautiful winter's morning. There was a heavy frost last night so everything has a patina of glistening white. The day started with a pretty pink blush appearing over the houses on the other side of the street. Now there's a gleaming cloudless blue sky. This is so much better for a flagging morale. It lifts the spirits, sets off a song in the heart.

I've just been busy making some ham & parsley pancakes for this evening. We used to have this old favourite often. Now it's less often & comes up as a real treat. 

I used to fry, fill & serve them fresh but these days that would be too much for me. Instead, in the morning, when I'm fresh, I fry up the pancakes, fill them with the ham & parsley sauce, put them in an ovenproof dish, pour over any remaining sauce & then I will just reheat them this evening for about half an hour. Or maybe the Fox will do that last bit this evening.

Waves of geese are still honking away as they fly north overhead. I've not seen or heard them flying back in the evening. Maybe that's just chance, or we're too busy making a noise in the kitchen over dinner at the time, or maybe they are in the midst of mass migration north. We, though, still feel the urge for that migration south for a bit. Hopefully we will be soon.