Patterns in the window and the shadows cast by morning frost. Chilly.
Light. Let there be light. USB powered portable light.
Bob's dreamy tracks in the frosty wheat field.
The snow gear had shrunk since the last time it was needed.
So an upgrade to Bernie-style was called for.
A frosty morning walk to Castle Meadows just so that Yogi could have a pint of his favourite beverage. Chilled.
It was lovely he said.
Early. Frosty. Slow. Today's morning run with the boys.
The path between Wallingford and Benson was resurfaced. The the river flooded over into the water meadows (like it is supposed to). Then the water retreated. Now the lovely path is muddy and bumpy again. It cycles.
Ten months after the UK locked down for COVID and we're running out of indoor sports.
In the vague chance that you stumble upon this, please please do not try this at home. Or at the shops. Or at the park. And definitely not at school.
Still winter but signs of spring to come. Soon we hope.
The shed is done. Not done done. Just done.
The boxes face west, so hopefully won't be too hot, nor too cold. But if they're successful in attracting residents then I might not be able to use the door.
On reflection maybe I didn't plan that bit too well.
Today was a two coffee day. Recently many days have been like this. I'm blamng a COVID-restrictions induced brain-fog.
Or maybe just a love of coffee.
Woodinville spent the holidays with S&D next door. He said he'd had a wonderful time, but that he was ready to come home to the front garden.
While he was away his hair has grown. "I'll need it cut soon" he said.
Saturday: If we can't go to Le Clos then Le Clos comes to us!
Sunday: F on fire!
F, getting ready to challenge Toni to an Avocado growing competition. Results in 5 years.
The sun was trying, but only succeeded in making the day feel like a Harry Potter scene. Or an album cover for something Sean would like us to listen to.
It finally managed to drive the clouds away, for some afternoon Winter Blue.
The window is the noteboard.
Between Benson and Wallingford. You can see the old fence that used to be the field boundary almost in the river.