A week with no posts – always good to have a rest after a January of small stones. But then I find myself looking at things and wanting to photograph them, and thinking “that would make a good small stone”.
Today there were plenty of small stones on the beach, which had been battered by stormy seas yesterday. But I collected a few photos instead of stones.
Not an entirely honest group of pictures, a selective view. There were also hundreds of cars, people, dogs and children, all doing what we were doing – enjoying the sun and sea!
Yellow daffodil opening in the pot by the front door. Not the first this month. Snowdrops and crocuses are already flowering in the garden, alongside primroses. A mild January this year.
What a difference a year makes!
A year ago today I met my grandson for the first time. Yesterday it was his first birthday. He has grown and changed so much…
Raindrops on the window, transform streetlights into stars.
Same time, same place… Just a day later. What a difference a day makes! And a reminder that everything changes, we just need to be like the trees, dig our roots deep and wait for the storm to pass.
Raindrops run down the window and pool in puddles on the lawn. I watch the trees toss their branches, shaking the water from their heads, like dogs running from the sea. Then they stand, raising their faces to the wind and wild wet.
Wind and rain was the forecast, and so far it’s been correct. A walk in the garden required boots and raincoat. The camellia buds are showing but they looked like I felt – well hooded.
Sheltered behind the garden bench, one flower was showing the weather its face. But the rest are sensibly biding their time.
The back end of January can be miserable, but I feel encouraged when I see the resilience of the garden even in the wind and rain.