It’s February, it’s not supposed to be this warm and sunny. Nature is a little confused.
The pussy willow, has never been so big bold and fluffy,

its offered a feast for the insects over the last few days.

Blue and orange was always going to strike the right note.

It was so still and quiet this afternoon, you could hear every contended buzz and hum.

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Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England.
Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it!
I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing.
On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell!
Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.
February 26, 2019 at 10:55 pm
We are waiting for the first butterfly though our neighbours got very excited when they saw one this morning. Lovely pictures.
February 27, 2019 at 12:25 am
I saw a brimstone butterfly on Sunday
February 27, 2019 at 12:40 pm
Lovely pictures, and quite amazing for the end of February. xx