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.
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.
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!
The flu seems to be receding a little. I managed a trip out to the shops and replenished my stocks of bird seed for the garden feeders. The goldfinches will be happy for a while with this nyjer seed! Here’s a picture of a goldfinch from a few days ago, when it was snowing:
I’ve also heard that goldfinches like sunflower hearts, so I thought I’d try some of that too. Within minutes, they attracted a siskin. The photos aren’t amazing, but I thought I’d include them anyway as I like the patterns on its feathers so much.
Some more from a few days ago: