Goodnight friends! Around 7°c still, but chilled by a bitter wind that made my breath send up sporadic plumes of steam. No rain as such, but tiny tingling droplets were constantly whipped by the breeze through grey, soggy air. Tangled spills of of tiny vetch with its searching tendrils and pill-shaped leaves mound and cascade against the sides of graves, crocuses pulling back in tight against the buffetting gusts.
Feeling better again, and a little silly to have felt so grumpy and miserable over the weekend under the weight of this minimum viable product of a cold. A bit congested from time to time, and a little glassy sharpness on swallowing, but well over the worst of it. Probably not a good idea to exercise much this week, though.
May we find fresh wonder and joy in the sensations of our everyday lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a row of clustered glaucous green shoots with slender pale bases, probably daffodils or similar spring flowers, growing from rusty brown leaf litter close beside a wall of rough stone splotched with moss and pale green lichens.
Photo of a drooping feathery spray of scaly-leafed lawson’s cypress foliage, starkly bright orange as it wilts in contrast to the deep green of the rest of the tree.
