In January
On Friday afternoon, a visit to the garden centre, to try and buy a houseplant. The Weeping Fig that I bought there a few months ago lived up to its name and shed all its leaves. It was never happy, poor thing. I thought I might try and buy something a bit more robust - maybe an aspidistra would do the trick? - but none of the houseplants in the shop looked particularly thriving, and they were all in tiny pots, and would need to be re-potted after I bought them.
So instead of a potted plant, I bought a pot of tea, and a slice of cake from the café, and sat outside in the dazzling January sunshine, sipping tea with my eyes closed.
Hot tea. Cold sunshine.
Outside the café, old folks
Discussing ailments.
In the woodland garden, the sweet scent of Mahonia:
Sunlight on Winter-flowering Honeysuckle.