And it's getting brighter, I think.
And I have been in the garden cutting back Cardoons and Elephant Grass.
Now, I have raised a discussion as to whether chaffinches and brambling cross breed. We had this on the trail camera -
Now it is probably a juvenile chaffinch but I can across photos of birds like this one - with a stripe on the head - and someone suggested it might be a chaffling. I mean, probably not but . . ?
Back to the dark messy garden, twigs fallen all over the place, and a gardener hoping for drier weather like this - sun through the ash branches but must cut back that ivy.
Some chance.
Anyway the garden is lit by swathes of snowdrops and promise of spring.
Some of the house plants do not look happy. I am sure I have not overwatered, if at all but the droopy aeonium has been repotted.
We went to Potato Day in Greenodd but they had no asparagus for us to use to replace lost crowns. There seemed to be plenty of seed potatoes and much else. Rosey bought a honey berry having seen it on TV.
When the world is deep into winter and monochrome there are still things to see, if a bit abstract -
Wood, dead or living takes on interesting shapes here enhanced by using monochrome photography.
It is Sunday, a frost last night and the sun is shining. A robin calls from the big cherry and I can hear the church bells a mile and a half away in Ulverston ringing in the crisp air.
And the garden? - Snowdrops, snowdrops, snowdrops.
But there is other colour
and there is scent from the viburnum and the sarcococcus by the back door.
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