I’m very lucky to live in a warm cosy home, big enough to share with my visiting family, though now that my family has expanded quite a bit it’s not big enough when they all decide to come and stay at the same time!
“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.”
Edith Sitwell
I’ve got to be honest, I enjoy my home comforts, and one of the joys Continue reading “Too Much Comfort”
Spring seems a long way off. Here on the west coast of Scotland the wind is howling, roof tiles rattling and the rain is beating against my study window.
I don’t mind venturing into the garden on cold days – as long as it’s not on bleak, dark, stormy days like today.
The postman has been busy, click image for full post
There’s something utterly captivating about the beauty of frost-coated, fading leaves. Here we’ve had three nights in a row when temperatures have dropped below zero, and the frost this morning was the heaviest yet. Today, the first day of the meteorological winter, the frost seemed perfectly timed. I layered myself up (many layers!), lifted my camera and braved the morning chill. click image for full post
The fallen leaves (below) are from a small cherry tree at the foot of the garden. They tend to land on the path, and when they’re soaked with rain and getting slippy they have to be removed. But while they are there on the ground, their rich colour, shape and texture never fail to make me smile.
Cotoneasters are dotted around the front and back gardens and never fail to impress. This one has woven through a conifer and its branches hang like fiery pendants peeking through its host. It’s my autumn decoration.
The tiny leaves are vivid and are highlighted against the dark background.
The berries of the cotoneaster provide much-needed nourishment for various birds and the stems are often quickly stripped.
Notes From My Garden 