Heading into a few warm days, only a couple of weeks ago this was early spring along the river.
Pulled some of the leaves away and these were underneath. At the moment you couldn’t tell they’re daffodils. But it sure looks like spring to me.
Okay, it’s not exactly all hands on deck yet, but the first of the fuschias is reporting in, that’s a good sign.
So I’ve been thinking I need to get out and take more pictures. I was even starting to tell myself that I haven’t used the camera very much. However, today is a year since I got it. And for amusement I just looked it up.
- I have 54 digital folders
- Those folders contain 3,860 pictures
- I have pressed the shutter around 4,500 times
Okay, I was mistaken. I’d still like to take pictures more often than I have been lately. But apparently I can’t employ the ‘use it or lose it’ strategy to enable self-flagellation.
Curses, foiled again.
Still looking for the definitive picture of the Fergus sessions, but this seems to capture something. We don’t spend the whole time in stitches, but now and then somebody twinkles and the room roars. We’re there for the tunes, but this is also good.
I promised myself I’d try and get a picture of the last flowers in the garden. There’s something a bit special about the last ones. I found these hanging out the back by the daisies, a bit of a surprise actually. I imagine they’ll be around for a couple of days yet, but they seem to be the ones left standing. And we’re well into November. I seem to remember having snow on the ground at this time of year, snow that didn’t disappear until spring. I know winter’s coming, and I’m okay with that, but these made me smile.
Heading into a few warm days, only a couple of weeks ago this was early spring along the river.
