
This is almond blossom. From my wiry old tree. Sadly, it hasn't really produced anything more than a handful of nuts in the few years we've been here. However this year, we buried a
dead wild rabbit underneath. I'm hoping for big things from that rabbit this year, well at least a decent crop of almonds.
There's still another 9 days or so left of winter. And already you can feel its icy hold fading. With the change in weather we've been spending some glorious days outside. Watching signs of new life everywhere. Spring blooms of jonquils, daffodils and snowdrops have arrived, along with the first of the blossoms.
Which is all well and good but I'm not ready to say goodbye to winter yet. Heck no. I haven't had enough evenings by the fire, hardly done any knitting, and most importantly, I haven't eaten any osso bucco. At all. This. Entire. Winter. Can you believe it?
So before I move on, I still have a few more things about winter to celebrate. Like, the lack of killer ants in the garden, lack of snakes in the long grass, lack of blowies in the house, lack of weeds gone to seed. Wearing favourite jumpers, scarves and gloves. Tights with boots. Little people in woolly gnome hats. Rosy cheeked walks in the mist. Coming home to the delicious comfort of hot chocolate, puddings and soup. Getting cozy.
I have a lot of hibernating to do in the next few days. Pass the shanks please.