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!
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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?
