Evening Cold

A clear cold evening; a blue blue sky paling to steel blue at the horizon, darkening to a soft darker blue overhead. Cold and still tonight, the blue sky darkening and pricked with silver stars, the bare trees silhouetted and motionless against the sky. And again, having noticed this brown greyness of the bare woods here and at Kinsham, this soft haze of the woods is everywhere, great swathes of plain empty woods between here and Hereford; in another month or so they will start to green up and then disappear into thick, fresh woodland. I am also looking forward to the orchard blossom, the strange regimentation of pinks and whites across the county. But on a cold night it still seems a long way away.