The light is turning. I potter out. It feels more like autumn than winter. It's not crisp - it's dull. But there is colour.
The cultivated primroses have had most of their petals nibbled but the middle of a flower is always interesting.
The cotoneaster berries have been falling and falling. There are few left now and the leaves aren't specially interesting - except for an odd, special one which stands out from right the other side of the garden.
The swiss chard has been munched for months but its colours stay vibrant.
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I like your series depicting winter colours. Both the vibrancy and the monochomatic hues (?) are wonderful to look at.
I like your series depicting winter colours. Both the vibrancy and the monochomatic hues (?) are wonderful to look at.
(sorry, clicked on publish a bit early)
My baby bay tree from your baycorn is still thriving, though it will be an age before I get to find baycorns of mt own. No sign of flowers, munched or unmunched, on my primroses yet. The grey sky makes me feel tired.
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