A pole in the garden

I hardly see it until taking a picture. The hill in the background, photo taken this morning, is now bathed in sunshine, all frost long gone although very little sun on this side with the trees and ground still covered, a different world at the moment. We benefit from having the hill behind us when the wind blows, often not appreciated until heading over to the village where the car door is ripped from your hand. Swings and roundabouts. I think the other upside for living on the dark side, we cannot be seen from the road.