We were away at the weekend with our lovely younglings in the grey and brooding Fens. There were snow flurries and a biting Nor’Easter and a walk beside the River Ouse was, well frankly, not the most fun although the pub afterwards made up for it. Returning home we have lowering cloud or mist and the same wind, although I feel it is fractionally less keen here. Further West.
A garden chores day today, taking mounds of vegetation to the dump followed by a cheery bonfire of the stuff that wouldn’t fit into the car. Then raking out dead vegetation from last years flowering perennials and before I knew it, another wheelbarrow was full to overflowing. There are new shoots pushing up, slowly, slowly, as this cold spell has put the brakes on everything again, but few new flowers. So just a short selction to brighten the gloom for your enjoyment.