Wood-Cutting Elf

Sporting a rather bright cap he appeared out of the forest.

I noticied him as I was returning from the lake having dropped some mis-delivered mail off with Rumple-Stiltzkin. The lake is still largely frozen probably because it is still cold at night. I noticed that the tops of the bullrushes had exploded into white bundles of fluff, ready to be blown away.

It's good to get away from this computer from time to time.