THE WINTER GOES ON AND ON

 Oh-oh-oh-oh and it comes out here.

There are moments when one holds one’s breath - R said to look out of the kitchen doors and there, in the rosemary bush ten feet away were five long-tailed tits. So I sit with my turmeric and ginger drink and listen to the one note samba from the sparrows outside the window. I presume they are getting ready to build a nest in the bathroom vent again. Yesterday we had a wheeling of rooks from the tall trees - a buzzard up there setting them off.

Went for a walk near Bouth in Grubbins Wood and the footpaths were almost impassible with fallen trees an swollen streams. The moss was splendid and flooding in the lower fields by the Rusland Pool.

And now the moorhen’s back, heyla, heyla, the moorhen’s back. 

Fox in the night on the camera.

A breather Wednesday before the weather goes downhill. Sleet and rain forecast. So in garden and tidying a bit, removing dead stuff and trimming low branches - the ones I always catch my head on.

We are replacing the mechanism on the electric gate at great expense but it is seventeen years old. 

The sixth of February was the 56th anniversary of the first time I took R out! Where have all the years gone?

We have our first primrose and cyclamen flowering by the log pile. Both hellebores in bloom and when (when!) the sun comes out it highlights there cherry bark.

So now Thursday and it started sleeting, then snowing, then a gale got up and it is raining and cold 2C.

 

Think I will stay in this afternoon.

This is my 959th blog - time to retire soon?