Soggy.  Dark.  Windy.  It’s the first day of November.  But I found these in the garden!  A line of poetry has been running through my head,

‘…if Winter comes can Spring be far behind?’

Thanks to the wonders of the internet I found it’s from ‘Ode to the West Wind’  by Shelley.  Thank you Percy, those words are going to keep me going for the next few months!

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