It's only February, and the beech leaves are still hanging in that pale gold a wonderful sight all winter
Yesterday I got out walking in bright sunshine, after a couple of days of rain and mud got in the way. And in a sheltered spot, the early daffodils are already up, a month before I expected to see them.
Back home my faithful chives are coming through for the umpteenth year in this pot, with no care at all other than to cut them when needed. Seeing them reminds me I haven't made paneer in a while. I like a few scraps of chive on paneer.
And here are the snow drops, struggling, tiny blooms, but there, just a few of the dozens I planted
It's still cold enough for the rotini and spaghetti sauce I mentioned yesterday
Happy day, everyone, and here's a thought from the creator of Pogo
I'm writing this early, in bed, just considering the opportunities of the day. Maybe a walk. Reading more of A Few Green Leaves. Knitting. Reading a poem. Making yogurt. Possibly, if I can't decide, all of the above.
