There were many warm meetings of minds in the garden this morning, despite last night’s frost and an early mist.
And twitchy whiskers…
A photo diary…
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.
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,
Blurry birds… A female crest and two pairs of finches.
It rained the last two nights.