At Cannon Frome: Frozen Hop poles

A cold morning. Beautiful icy fields. Casting long shadows. There is not a better place to look at long shadows than under the empty hop poles.

These poles, only until recently filled with hedge like rows of hanging vines of hops. A beautiful green sight. Now, vines cuts and hops gathered, there is emptiness. In a frost, the poles stand redundant. Waiting for the new season, Waiting for new growth. Waiting for the sun, the energy to bring new life.

Come on spring....hurry up...x