The warm sun (in colour) lights up the garden as it rises over the shoulder of the distant Forest of Bowland - thirty miles away across Morecambe Bay.
I am torn between getting out into the garden and doing something and knowing that if I do I will be laid up with the pain in my knee and the threat of ice packs.. (Slow recovery from a replacement).
Here and there flowers still show -
pink quince and red roses.
Up on the banking the daffs are pushing out of the grass and a carpet of snowdrops is beginning to make headway.
Stinking hellebore has been in bloom for a while and the sarcococcus pours out scent by the back door.
It is wonderful to see the sun again after a dreary Christmas and New Year with cloud and rain, if mild.
The rooks are starting nest-building and we have two cock pheasants in the garden - Mrs Phes can only watch the battle.
We thought of a week of winter sun but my lack of mobility is a problem. We thought of a cruise but events off Italy (liner on its side) make one think. I could not sit for long in a plane seat without needing to walk up and down.
On that cheerful note I shall pop a paracetamol- cue for a song? - "Better pop a paracetamol or two-oo?" More cried Oliver, less cried me.
So to HS2 and all those billions of pounds.
Do we really want a High Speed rail link up north? Well Birmingham is north of Watford. With all those BBC people getting to Salford quicker and easier, I say we should have a vote on Independence from the South East of England, sell them water when they run dry and build a Watford Wall - to keep them in their enclave. (Sorry Patiopatch.)
Perhaps it should be compulsory for all students from the South to go to Universities in the North and vice versa?
What am I rambling on about?
Moon in trees, morning sun, winter garden, cup of tea and some painkillers - time to shut up.
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