HAPPY NEW WEEK and HAPPY NEW MONTH!I hope everyone has a wonderful week.
Almost spring...sort of. Today is Imbolc, the ancient traditional holiday marking the halfway point between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. I'm ready for a little sunshine. This has been the most dark, dreich winter ever.
Yellow French MarigoldLabeled Public Domain (Copyright Free)
Hey, folks. I just read that today's date is an extremely rare type of palindrome that hasn't happened in 900 years!!! There won't be another one for 101 years, and after that another one won't occur until the year 3030. INFO HERE (A palindrome reads the same way backward and forward. That is, 02/02/2020.)
Also, I forgot to mention that it's Groundhog Day. AQ: I hope you get less sunshine, cooler temps, and rain without flooding.
First hellebores.
Snowdrops.
Another kind of snowdrops, with pretty crinkly edges to the petals.
It's frosty here - Thanks DIANE for getting us going! I hope that ANNETTE is enjoying the family visit.. I've just had roast lamb, first time I've made a roast for myself for a long time. OG - There are a lot of strong feelings about leaving the EU. I can see both sides. I heard an interview the other night - from New Zealand. There are apparently some strong feelings there regarding the way that their traditional export market to UK suffered when we concentrated more on EU trading. The implication was that we shouldn't expect to pick up where we left off. Most of my brother's expat friends in France are very angry about things but the impression I get is that they are more concerned about how it will affect them personally ( health care etc) than the bigger picture. As for Scottish Independence - I know many folk up here who are desperately wanting it but their rationale leaves a lot to be desired, sometimes !! I wasn't made to feel particularly welcome when I moved up here in the Seventies because of my English accent. Lots of muttering about the Highland Clearances and so forth. It was amusing to see the reaction when they learned that my father was a Highlander and that Gaelic was his first language. All of a sudden, I was one of them !!!!!
Forsythia.
A pink shrubbery thing which my OH pruned heavily last autumn, so it's still recovering.
This morning, we went to a Farmers Market where we had fun wandering around, looking at the crafts, and the people! Tried some sausages and some yummy cheese, but came home with a pot of tiny Irises and two pretty hair bows on slides, for Amber.
Here's the Iris: