First snowdrop

… blip of the season.
Not much snow here but pretty damp and cold so after another rather sleepless night I finished listening to Raising Hare and just went for a walk to Acorn Bank and had a mooch about before the rain was due. The deep midwinter mulch of mud and sodden leaves meant that a couple scarlet elf caps shone out like beacons and a dead branch was star spangled with tiny fresh white oysterlings all along its length. 
Came home to do a bit of tidying and sorting and considered destroying old diaries seeing little point in keeping records of the shit miserable years after G died only to be followed by the shit miserable years after P died.
It’s taking me a long time regroup after a short week back at work.