There’s been a lot of rain this week. Quite a lot of it fell on my day off, when I went for a walk by a river. I snatched some photos on my phone…
The roads were wet and the river was full. Brown, muddy water, moving much too quickly for my liking.
Bowed and broken branches.
Spring is not here yet. Not here. Not quite.
I ventured out yesterday into the Peak District. It rained. And rained. So much so that I couldn’t risk using my camera. I took a few sneaky shots with my phone though!
The view through my windscreen as I sat in a car park. It has its own kind of beauty.
Some images from a wet garden.
… 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.
Some roses in my garden.
Beautiful in any weather.
Only mid-August; already there’s an autumnal feel about the place. Not the first signs, admittedly, but the rain this morning has emphasised the fading beauty of some of the plants. Change is everywhere…