Always a favourite place to stop, look, and just breathe. Sheep, deer, constantly changing light…
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!
Shades of last summer.
Fleeting sunshine today. A trip out was planned, but abandoned suddenly. I took the camera into the garden instead. Watery sunlight pointed out some brown, lacy hydrangeas:
Yesterday I upturned a plant pot to empty it in preparation for new planting in spring. The compost had held its shape, steadied by a network of roots: gleaming, smooth and rich – like a plum pudding.
I’ll be planting this soon: a small cowslip plant to replace the one that disappeared last year. A wonderful fresh green, to offset the greys and browns which dominate the garden now.
Something to look forward to!
It’s been a tough week. So when I ventured into the garden this morning to hang washing out, I was heartened to see that the first snowdrops had appeared.
A small yellow flower had just pipped them to the post though; I think it’s a double primula. It looks a bit bedraggled and sorry for itself, but the colour is startling and most welcome in all the gloom!
And here’s another snowdrop picture, taken this afternoon in Derbyshire. Just because I like them!