FEBRUARY IN NOVEMBER?

We have the first signs of spring! Yes, I know it is November but the snowdrops are sprouting. 

And it seems so dark and gloomy most of the time, rain rain rain, the garden is a quagmire, sodden grass. At least I have the canna lilies in under cover.

And, Hey-la-day-la the moorhen's back. Well R has seen it by the pond.

There are still autumn colours in the garden -

In the second of these pictures, on the left is the liquidambar tree on which the colour goes from deep red on the outside to yet green further in through a range of shades.

One thing we do get up here on our hill is big skies - if you look west. Sometimes the clouds seem to take shapes like this on of a monkey head.

I can sit in my seat in the kitchen and stare up out of the window imagining all sorts in the clouds.

This weekend in Ulverston we have a Dickensian Festival with the streets lined with stalls and people dressed up in Victorian clothing. They often get tens of thousands here over the two days. Locally it is known as the Dickfest. We will probably walk in tomorrow as the weather forecast is a bit better.

And, no, I have not been following the football - a load of millionaires kicking the modern version of a pig's bladder and some acting like they have been shot after a rap on the ankle. You would think it would hurt more the way they roll around. Glad I am not a ref. Despite that all the best to England but they will not win it.

Enough, I have to answer the late November question, "What do you want for Christmas?" Of course most of the answers are such as Health, happiness, peace for all etc which no one can give so it will probably be socks again.

Back to the view over Morecambe Bay -

Sometimes the light can be stunning.

Cup of tea?