Tuesday, 17 December 2013


frost on the field

and here a hat hung on a tree 

my way is through the woods


  1. If the owner is looking for this hat I have left it in situ on the Schaffbergwiese.

  2. How lovely that an ordinary woolly hat can generate a poem Gwil - I hope it appreciates it.

  3. It will be cold for this hat unless someone finds it soon and takes it home. We live under a permanent fog as we often do at this time of year due to the temperature inversion phenomena. Up on the Alps the sun is shining and it's very much warmer.


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