Tea at Mother's

A cup of tea at mum's home this afternoon. She can't leave her house these days because of her wounded knee and ankle and outside the roads and paths are full of slippery iced snow. Thus I visit her more often these wintry days and bring her news and shopping, actually this is like  the old fashioned social "close-by care". And mum feeds the birds who come to her balcony to find her treat of crusts and seeds and fats. So all in all we lend a helping hand to the other while King Winter reigns