Tiny cowslips in the garden on Christmas Eve. Just what is going on here?
The view through my windscreen as I sat in a car park. It has its own kind of beauty.
Christmas tree in the rain at the Bodleian Library, Oxford.
Not the best photographs, as I didn’t want to get my phone wet! But I think there’s a mood to them.
Seen yesterday. And now I feel that spring is close.
Finding my feet again after a fearsome flu-type virus.
Hoping for a happy and peaceful New Year – for everyone!
… today feels more like this.
… it was raining.
My gardening plans came to nothing, apart from a quick look round and some photographs taken on my phone.
The pansies have survived their first night in the ground and the miniature daffodils have started to open. Pity about the rain, although I think the droplets suit them.
Grape hyacinths shaping up well. Out soon, I think.
When February hangs around too long, you need these.
Well, I do anyway. Everything seems grey, brown or green at the moment. Green is gorgeous, of course, but I’m longing for rich, intense colours. Jewelled, stained glass colours. The colours of boiled sweets in a tall glass jar.
Anyway, saw these yesterday and thought they would provide a temporary solution.
By the way, I quite like February.
Definitely a feel of spring about the place today. And about time too!
Snowdrops abound; a suspicion of daffodil buds. Two or three pale crocuses have opened today, lonely and straggly in their oversized planters. (Where are the others?)
I’ve planted out some more red tulips, which were a most welcome gift. A lot to look forward to there …
Tiny shifts, tiny events everywhere, from the unidentified and intriguing (dark red shoots emerging in unmarked pots) to surprise discoveries (shy, white blooms of forgotten winter-flowering honeysuckle). And last year’s biggest rescue mission: white narcissus bulbs, found in a terrible, neglected state and given an emergency home in a huge plastic box. Too close together, too many in the box, but still alive and raring to go, by the looks of it. Let’s wait and see.
I took these last Sunday in the Peak District. How the weather can change in a week! Today: grey, raw, sleet and general murk. Just shows how we should make the most of things while we can.