Connecting with Welsh soil again
After a sharp frost last night the morning is crisp and sunny. The walk we take meanders alongside the river and up through the wood to the church. The sound of running water from streams that cascade down the hillsides is ever present in and around our little village.
The winter sun is low in the sky and casts a golden glow on the dead bracken. I see blue-tits flirting among the leafless bushes, are they mating already?
This month is appropriately named after Janus, the two-headed god of vigil. For January looks back on the old year and at the same time advances towards Spring.
Green thumb . . . . . . . . . . - Somehow I missed celebrating Earth Day yesterday, so today I'm sharing the view from the front porch this morning looking out across our little quarter acr...
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