A New Year and new hopes.
The garden is muddy, the leaves are unswept and the birds are always hungry. In the forsythia the flock of sparrows squabble. A shrew has dug up a tulip bulb and red kite swoops low to check on the edibility of the cat.
In the undug vegetable patch parsley uncurls a few leaves after the snow, a red cabbages resigns itself to never being picked and the mullein rosette settles the ashes from the wood stove amongst the soft, warm down of its winter leaves. It is all still here! There is work to be done!
awwh-the garden in winter. such a lovely description. Happy winter!
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There’s always work to be done in a garden or on a plot. Doing anything here is just wishful thinking at present. xx
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The sun will come out!🌞🌞
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I am not digging the vegetable patch, but something else is! Besides, it is too wet to do anything here. Happy New Year Cathy.
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Happy New Year. I wonder what is digging your patch? Anything to help I say !
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I marvel at how different it is there from here.
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