I've dealt with a dead mouse (flung it in the field for a scavenger), noticed it was snowing and that the temperature was below freezing, decided to take the car down the hill in case of further freezing, scratched it on a wall trying to dodge some ice, repeated my favourite slang word of annoyance all the way down the hill, parked at the bottom, walked back up, snarling at myself, had more coffee.
The day's got to get better. Right? Hey ho.
It's actually quite pretty out there:
The Irrepressible Rose by the front porch |
The dead flower head of a Reflexed Stonecrop at the end of the drystone wall. The wall runs across the front terrace at the edge of the steep bank that the house is built on.
New shoots of Reflexed Stonecrop among the mosses |
Here is a feather from yesterday. And breathe...
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