Eerie sights emerging from the morning mist after another stormy night. It has been a cold wet winter peppered with storm surges, debris everywhere and trees down. This one had had a dangerous lean with its root ball lifted so its considerable topweight was removed by our local tree surgeons in readiness for the final chop.
These great guys go out in all weathers to make things safe for us. And we now have logs galore, enough firewood for a lifetime. Just got to store them somehow. The frothy tops are going in the shredder when it has been mended. Recent overuse has taken its toll.
Meteorological spring starts tonight and, right on cue, the rhubarb, after its long winter’s rest, has sprouted in its new dedicated bay. Delicious stodgy crumble is back on the menu for tea.
Elsewhere, the tough leathery hellebores are muscling their way through and showing the pretenders whose boss while a red camelia has popped out of the shrubbery in the upper tier looking for some light.
It has been a long wait for the sun but now and then the weather breaks for long enough to bay watch and enjoy the seascape. It’s only four weeks until the clocks change and the spring burst will be upon us.
Book work is bowling along with lots of edits as I try to maintain narrative pace. It is set fifty years ago before all the tech we take for granted was available. Looking back, it was a simpler very different world.
Old Lady by the Sea 