The view on Monday morning, the frost was still holding on although the forecast was promising a milder spell.
The waters edge had taken on a magical quality.
Water transformed to a 'rock solid' state.
Three days later and the world was taking on a different look - a more fragile appearance.
The burn had widened, it's life was changing, tempered by nature.
A tiny patch of snow, but was it? It had been transformed to ice and now it was changing again, disappearing, fragile in it's very existence.
And so is life, a fragile world, nothing remains constant, forever changing, forever altering.
The spiders in our little cottage are finding themselves homeless, thanks to pre santa busyings. Some are even finding themselves no longer part of this world, nests of eggs are found and disposed of with ner so much of a backward glance. A fragile existence. Lives are turned upside down, whether of the arachnid variety or the human, flora or fauna, ovine or bovine, nothing is ever constant.
As said, a fragile world in many respects, but a special place at that, one to savor and appreciate. A need to live life to the full as who knows whether we'll be the homeless spider, the none existant ice, or the life that never hatched.