Thistle

Grim weather today and mostly the mood to go with it.

S.R. rang last night and is pleased that I have some carrots for him. He is building a house from straw (but not only) and is suffering the agony of trying to get at least his foundations finished before the winter.

At least I fixed the plough's leg, greased the tractor and lit the fire so the house is warm. Otherwise D. pickled some cabbage and the dogs squabbled.

Birds were mostly concealed in bushes and the light was terrible.

The thistles are in the garden.