I was very pleased to see this lovely furry bumblebee - he was enjoying the sunshine and braving the chilly wind. I hope he finds enough food to keep him going till it gets a bit warmer.
These primroses are the real thing, growing wild in a hedge and not in someone's garden ..........
......... likewise the snowdrops below.
I wasn't entirely surprised to see ice on the puddles at the side of the road - the water in our birdbath has been solid every morning for ages.
For this week's poetry challenge, TFE suggested we might like to write about trains or a train journey - failing that, we could write about anything we chose. My poem chose me and it is more or less what happened on Sunday morning:
Cocooned in warmth and comfort
still drowsy, I open my eyes.
The bedside clock says 7.00am
shadows of birds flitting past the window
are cast against the sunlit curtains.
It's going to be a lovely day - but
it will wait for me - I can luxuriate
a little longer.
A furry weight alights on the foot of the bed
tramples me under paw
shoving his face into mine
proclaiming breakfast time.
I might as well give in gracefully -
he's very persistent and after all
it's going to be a lovely day.