Catkins

The catkins are on their way out now but these two still testify to the changing seasons.  It felt very much like winter down at the docks in Boston this morning.  I popped in to the fish shop after serving coffees and soups to get some mussels and whiting.  The mussels soon disappeared at lunch time.  I shall be going along to French conversation this afternoon for the first time and haven't yet decided what to do with the whiting  on my return.