Spent the day clearing and burning unfeasibly large amounts of leaves and branches which were cut away from an enormous lime tree down near the river at La Forge. Hard work, but at least the weather's dry though overcast. I guess it's the December grey skies that turn my thoughts to spring, Dreaming of brighter days, dreaming of alliums, foxtail lily and euphorbia.
So into the archives I go, back to May, maybe the favourite month, certainly warmer and unlikely to offer a leaden horizon.
Roll on spring.