Third Winter, first snow.
In C-Major
A jackdaw is pecking at buggy nibbles beneath the slim outstretched arm of an oak tree whose trunk is obscured by dark holly.
Brontës and Bluebells: a Patchwork Poem
Here you saw the sweet azure of bluebells…
Going Over
In the ground and in pots, sunshiny daffodils succeeded the cool blues, whites and crisp yellows of stalwart Winter bulbs.
Daffodils
I ambled idly on the mound That hosted snowflakes, drops and squills,
Glimpses of Green and Gold
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
Almonds and Monkey Nuts
It rained the last two nights.
Bird Watching
An eggless raspberry bellied bake Twitcher fuel – Kitchen-side of the glass
Pumpkat Soup
Pumpkats – Rattertats! Hatterchats? Soupcats!
A Rainy Intermission
In the pursuit of pretty, there are two kinds of gardener who wilfully apportion several weekend evening hours to hosing down their lawn, in a heavy storm, on the darker side of dusk.
