Goodnight friends! Sky still a creased and rumpled grey, reading a bit warmer on the thermometer but the wind, not wild or blustery but a constant wash of bitter cold air made it feel more wintery that spring-like. Still, there are tge vibrant verdant colours of the rapidly-unfurling hawthorn leaves, crocuses giving way to stippling splashes of daisies, a chorus of peeps and warbles up in the trees as blue tits and blackbirds stake out their patches,underpaid by the muted, mournful trumpeting of wood-pigeons.
Mostly just plodding along, my joints creaking and grinding in the cold and needing to recover a little from so much socualising amd activity on Sunday. TTRPG group seems to be back to humming along for now, and I also spent a little of the day finish up a map for us to use.
May we find moments of rejuvenating calm and contemplation in our lives today!
Image ID: Photo of a bank of lush garlic mustard leaves, luxurious satiny green foliage of all different sizes unfurling with a diffuse sheen, broad and heart-shaped with wavy edges and deeply incised veins.
