We had some lovely heavy frost. That, along with the rich brown compost that Andrew brought to dump all over the razed garden, made these very first crocus blooms really pop into view as I was taking out the recycling last Wednesday.
Aren't they sweet? And the cotoneaster was all frosted too. And the cats, who did not accompany me to the curb, you'll notice. No cats in these pics, no sir, they're inside on the part of the kitchen floor that has a heat mat under it on a timer until 7:30am.
1 comment:
Lovely, lovely photos. I miss croci. And cats are not stupid, but we knew that.
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