Big sky

A single hawthorn bush on the Helm. The defiance of life against the elements? Or our own insignificance against things over which we have no control? Or just a photograph taken by a dog walker?

The temperature outside has the chilly feel of winter. As Gus and I stumbled around in the dark woods this evening, my torch hand was cold. Tonight we may have our first real ground frost this side of the year. Yet yesterday, I saw a large queen bumblebee in the garden. Now is when I sincerely hope that the missing Reg has buried himself deeply under the soil surface for his winter hibernation, I think and fret about him every day.

A year ago the penny drops.