As I stood by the front of the cottage, the mountain of Sliabh an Iarainn appeared to suddenly rise up in a shroud of white.
More often than not it merges into the sky in shades of grey and sometimes blue, but today it stood out proud, gleaming white.
This mighty mountain, where once the ancients mined iron ore and ushered in the Iron Age, rises from the shores of Lough Allen to the North East, as Kilronan Mountain faces the cottage, sentinel-like, to the North.
It too was dusted with a covering of light snow.
I retreated to the warmth of the cottage and watched the snow fall.
By the time I went into the bedroom to make the bed, Sammy-Bear had made a nest and curled up for the day…I exited the messy room and closed the door!
Sammy-Bear often sleeps in my bedroom to escape Charlie, who often makes great sport from terrorizing his betters!
Charlie and Jack are quite good friends now.
It’s a hierarchical relationship…Charlie’s the boss!
The evening has drawn in fast…there is not much to notice yet in the stretch of the day…it slowly manifests when we are busy getting used to the new year.
Now is the time to make the most of the days of hibernation left to us, for they are few in number…the Spring moves in faster than we realise.
Charlie knows this…in fact, looking into his eyes, I’d say that Charlie knows an awful lot!
