Well, not much yet, if the truth be told. There are some welcome signs of spring: snowdrops and a few other spring flowers popping up. Not enough sun, though, to bring out the bees or encourage a crocus flower to open. Much mud in place of grass, with the accompanying danger of slipping every time I brave it to hang out the washing!
Last year I bought one single winter aconite flower to plant in the garden (some whimsical thought of an ‘early-spring’ corner); it hasn’t reappeared though, so on impulse I thought I’d try again with some new ones. There they are, all seven of them, with the snowdrops, bedraggled but alive – just.
I know I should have researched them and planned it out properly. Perhaps they’re in the wrong place, or don’t get on with snowdrops. But when I saw them I couldn’t resist; they bring back memories of the first glimpses of spring on childhood walks.
This is what it’s like here: cold, dark days. Those quiet, still days between Christmas and New Year when I can finally get round to doing some of those things that work has pushed into the background.
I’ve just finished reading ‘Black Chalk’ by Christopher J Yates. Difficult to stop reading at times, though my concentration wavered somewhat towards the end.
It’s always difficult to decide what to read next, but I think I’m still in the mood for crime and thrillers. Still trying to get ‘The String Diaries’ and ‘Written in the Blood’ out of my system. (I’ve even started trying to learn some Hungarian vocabulary!)
I think I’m going to try ‘The Coffin Trail’ by Martin Edwards next, as I’ve just been looking at some old photos of the Lake District and wish I could be there right now … sitting by a crackling log fire of course!
This blog is developing a mind of its own; at the moment it seems to be more about walking and photography than I’d originally planned. Not much progress possible in the garden at the moment, due to grey mist and cold mud, so went for a walk by a river to relieve the gloom. Excitement of seeing my first ever goldcrest! No photograph of it, I’m afraid, so here is one of a robin taking shelter from the drizzle instead.
Walking in the country yesterday; the sun came out suddenly and lit up the landscape. Amazing colours! This photograph doesn’t really do it justice but it’s the best of the bunch in terms of the colour.
There are still some flowers in the garden at home … just hanging on in the last of the warm weather, I suppose.
Oh, and reading Written in the Blood by Stephen Lloyd Jones, after really enjoying The String Diaries.
Awake at around 6.30 and reading in the dark on my phone: The String Diaries by Stephen Lloyd Jones. The atmosphere in Chapter 16, set in an isolated house in Snowdonia, was so tense that I had to stop reading and wait till it was light! The last time anything like this happened was when I read Dark Matter by Michelle Paver. Both definitely recommended reads. Perhaps not in the dark though …