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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Gosh those roses are extraordinarily beautiful, they made me gasp!!!!
beautiful pics…not sure if i’ve visited with you before Penny, but I am loving your photos!
Love to you
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No , but it will seem like it sometimes !
I should imagine Norfolk’s rather beautiful in the winter and there’s always the option of digging in with all that wool and just sending Higgins out with a sledge for essential supplies .
He could probably manage to tow a packet of crisps in…one crisp at a time!