Saturday, February 06, 2016

The Rot.


An oak felled in winter showed it was already rotting. How sad. And makes you think that even the mighty and big may bear the rot hidden inside.


In winter the farmers busy themselves with cutting down trees and trimming hedges. This is a piece of the winter carnage at a nearby village of Pont d'Egrenne.

Mid January, snow. 


Thursday, January 28, 2016

Basketful of Cones.


In winter, around Christmas time and onwards, the firs that grow by my gate shed loads of cones. When there's too many of them, I sigh and pick them. For the fire. They burn quickly and give the fire a full, slightly dizzying flavour.





Sunday, January 24, 2016

First Snowdrops (2016)


Went to check my secret place today to see if the snowdrops are finally out. I was getting worried, it's well into the second half of January and they still weren't there just the day before yesterday..
After the cold wave and snow a few days ago, no wonder.
Today they didn't fail me, a small cropping of the first ones appeared!



Friday, January 22, 2016

Oak Tree in Winter. (War and Peace)


An oak tree in Winter. Reminded me of Prince Andrei admiring one in 'War and Peace', first with reserve, then with passion. (Near Chaulieu, South Manche).


Thursday, January 21, 2016

Frosty Morning. Lines.


A very frosted bush.

Photo by Miranda Ingram.



Sunday, January 17, 2016

A Winter Day.

A winter day in Normandy.
January 2016.
by Miranda Ingram.



Saturday, January 09, 2016

Ginger in Winter.


It's a blustery day but there's a gingerhead that is refusing to shed its cheerful gingerness.

There is a botanical explanation. Still, I like to think it's her character that is different from the others. I like to think I am like her too.


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