We’re having a run of those winter days: frosty mornings followed by sunny days. It’s too cold to sit for long in the egg chair, but it’s good to take its cover off and let it get some morning sun and fresh air.
The rhubarb is tucked up in a bed of pea straw, but continues to produce all winter. I seem to have inherited an all-year-round variety from the previous owners.
All day long the apple tree is visited by wax eyes and other hungry birds. We have harvested enough for ourselves and are happy to share the rest.
These wintry days are perfect for sitting in a sunny spot inside reading. At the moment, I’m up to the 12th book in a Veronica Heley series, with odd breaks for a chapter or two of A Travel Guide to the Middle Ages. Nothing compares to vicarious adventures and armchair travel through books!
Anne-O-tations 