Shivering, naked & in a very bad temper

When I was a child, the trees in winter looked so innocent and naked, out there standing in the cold and snow. I thought they must waiting for spring to come, to dress them up again. These days, I’m not so sure… they remind me more of shaven old arthritic cats, quivering and shivering, clawsContinue reading “Shivering, naked & in a very bad temper”