The thing is that we have had it all in August, real winter with snow followed by delightful spring days that would cause even the most dour temperament to contemplate a shy little dance of appreciation, a furtive skip, and a happy sigh! And there have been dramatic skies full of towering grey clouds with just the odd patch of blue peeping out near the horizon, or through a fleece-lined gap. Blue of the most tender and exquisite hue.
I have found myself out and about with the camera on several occasions, and have even dusted down my sketch book and have done a few pen and ink drawings out on location.
I'll put 3 or 4 photos here to show what I mean... then I will get to the subject of potting, the noble art of making pots!
you can read it here in papers past.)
Hum... "3 or 4 photos" grew in number! Potting next post!