This is the photo I've just put up for February - I've made it as big as possible in the hope that you'll be able to see the huge furry bumble bee tucking into one of the flowers. They're species crocuses - I love them because they spread so beautifully There are quite a few in the lawn now. Unfortunately, they're suffering a bit due to the general bounciness of Nessie, below: our five-month-old border collie. She may look very dignified and stately in this picture, but believe me, she isn't!
And finally here's our silver birch, spread out against the evening sky. Have been thinking about the beginning of Eliot's Lovesong for J. Alfred Prufrock lately - you may have caught the echo there:
Let us go then, you and I.
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table...
It sounds lovely, with that slow, pensive rhythm. But however did he think of that image? And why on earth does it work?