Gardens, books and …
How can it be so long since I last posted? Already, the darkest days of the year have passed, making way for tentative signs of spring.
I saw this witch hazel last weekend when we went for a rare family stroll in the park. Beautiful wisps and shreds of yellow, and a surprisingly strong, sweet fragrance.
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.
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…
We’re braced for some cold weather here. Snow will fall, they say. The usual struggle to get to work, when all we want to do is stay inside with a hot drink and a good book.
But catkins remind us that spring is close.
It was beautiful in the Peak District this afternoon. Beautiful but cold. No flowers, no birdsong. Yet.
I love to see (and hear) a robin in the garden.
This one looks rather thoughtful!
