Such a chilly morning when I awoke. While preparing the customary hot tea, I glanced over at the kitchen window, noticing how pretty the daffodils appeared against the dewy, misted glass. While there are only a handful growing in the garden, the few that open their sunny heads are much appreciated.
Plum blossoms, though short lived are blooming in all their splendour and the flowering quince's days of showing off to the world, are nearly over for this year.
My house is never without pickings from the garden. Nature spirit always needs to be inside.