One of Those Days

To be more precise, it is one of those March days when the skies are grey, the rainfall is dense (anything but intermittent however), and my internet access lurches and wobbles and is all over the place, wracked with indecision and unable to make up its mind whether it should grant me a scrap or two of blogging this morning or just sit there making rude noises and shaking its head ruefully.

However Wednesday develops, there were blue skies in Lanark a day or two ago, and one of the places where I found myself standing entranced and staring up in astonishment was here on the slope below the great white pine which commands the western hill.

Tree is magnificent, and I could stand in deep snow looking at her forever.