Third Winter, first snow.

Journaling Through Gardening & Other Fragments
Third Winter, first snow.
A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
1 – Easy – Commodores…
All here seek solace, food, solitude.
Joining the dots…
The dot on i in equation…
The blot…
Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,