It’s been a very cold start to Winter this year, but I’ve been walking (halo shining) and recently MyWalkingFriend has been very busy at work and then caught covid and hasn’t been walking but I’m still getting up most mornings (when it’s not raining) and pounding the pavement on my own (halo positively glowing!).
The majority of the deciduous trees look like this these days
but there are still a few persistently holding on to their colourful leaves and providing a beacon in a dreary landscape
It’s Camellia time! Colourful blooms are dotted around the gardens where I walk
and up until a little while ago, even the roses were still flowering
There’s also an occasional but distinct smell of open fires burning in some parts of the neighbourhood taking me back to my childhood and days spent with Nanna, making toast with bread speared on a toasting fork and held to the flames of her wood burning oven/stove. There’s no better way to make toast, or crumpets for that matter, and they just taste different but sooooo good. Definitely a learnt art – checking regularly for colour but not too often, and don’t wait too long to check or…….burnt!
I’m not sure what this it, guessing it’s a native, and loving the vibrant splashes of red at the tips.
What’s it like where you walk?