Onwards they march

and March is on the way.
I remembered to take a kneeling bag today, elbows and knees steady, or not, trying to capture a blurred foreground rather than a flower head, in hindsight not sure why this was the aim. Anyway lying on the ground in the freezing cold helped me remember what hardy little plants these are.

Another very cold day, John came in early, the fire looks cosy and my book by Patrick Gale - Rough Music - is waiting.