There was a lot of small-bird activity in the garden yesterday. Here are two of the pictures I managed to take (through the window, I’m afraid, so not as sharp as I would have liked).
Tiny cowslips in the garden on Christmas Eve. Just what is going on here?
Holly blue, I think?
Such a late spring.
Grey, brown and black.
For eternity?
Then:
Everything seemed to happen at once!
I hope to post more pictures from my garden, and from the local park, during the rest of the week.
Some images from a wet garden.
After a few days of sub-zero temperatures, the garden is starting to thaw out. Green is making a welcome comeback, spiking sharply through the dwindling snow. Smooth pebbles gleam. Fog hovers protectively.
There’s more birdsong today. A sense of spring, waiting. Just out of sight.
Soon…
