Writer, plant nut
Pics of people, places, plants. Whatever’s catching my eye, whenever I remember the camera.
With an easterly wind holding temperatures near zero, growth is at a standstill. One comfort to the garden feeling like a giant refrigerator is that it’s holding the snowdrop display at its peak.
Just a little bit of sunshine and they’re lifting their arms out like children playing at helicopters.
In-between sledgehammering through concrete paths and digging out tree stumps my only creative feat of the past week is the mastery of a borrowed bread machine.