Glory be, what storms and gales we have.
Valiantly a daisy in the meadow, hangs on to its petals, yes a daisy in December.
Granted they weren’t sown until late, but still, it’s an unprecedented display.
These photos were taken yesterday, which was an altogether brighter sort of day
With a crisp frost, a wisp of mist, and some storm diverted gulls
Today is altogether bleaker, but keep the faith. The hazel catkins of Spring are waiting in the wings.