Pesto

A list of domestic tasks meant the morning was rapidly slipping away, so I decided to sod it.

A wonderful muddy walk along the brook & through the woods ensued. After a cold January I was surprised to see that the wild garlic was already poking its head up. At this rate it should only be a couple of weeks before the first (responsible) harvest.
I can almost hear Springs distant voice calling.

Watch it snow again now I have got all giddy.