Grey, damp cold. Sleet showering down in the early morning. Birds hungry and waiting for seed to be thrown. A thin sheet of ice on water troughs. Mud underfoot. On this February Sunday, Winter seemed to be winning.
Somewhere in the garden, among bare trees and up in the hedgerows, signs of a change are coming. Spears of new leaves pierce the earth . First flowers surprise with colour.
Fruits of ivy in the hedge, awaiting blackbirds , song thrushes and migrant redwings hungry for food.
Viburnum tinus opens first flower clusters in shades of pink.
Snowdrops in bud, hide among fallen leaves and wait for the sun.
Breaking buds of elder leaves against a grey morning sky.
Seed heads of Solidago (Golden Rod).
The first Pulmonaria flowers of the year.
Mahonia japonica is almost breaking bud. Lime green will turn to vibrant yellow as the sweet scented flowers mature.
Woody the New Forest pony is fascinated by my camera!
A patch of heather against leaves of sage.
A bright gold sunset tonight, and mist rising over the land as pastel light darkened above the Purbeck Hills.
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