Thursday was supposed to be WWAFAP (walkies with aunty Fran and Paddy) but having heard the forecast the day before I'd decided to cancel. This turned out to be the right decision as the morning dawned wet and windy with worse to come approaching midday. Chum and I took a desultory spin around the block for appearances sake and called it a day, he was still wet enough to need a good towelling but that's a good thing as he thinks it a marvellous game! Today's picture is of the miserable state of my garden, the lawn has turned into its usual winter quagmire and the new raised beds have been covered with bin bags held down with whatever pots came to hand, this is to suppress the weeds and discourage the pesky neighbourhood cats. It would be easy to be discouraged at this time of year as everything seems beyond redemption but inexorably the seasons will move forward and spring will return. Our yearly miracle!
"From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens-the garden outdoors, the garden of pots and bowls in the house, and the garden of the minds eye"
Katherine S White
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