The hellebores are flowering now, hidden in the corner, and we all walk past them, without taking them in, so this afternoon, as I often do, I picked a few, and put them into a glass bowl full of water in the sunshine.
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Grey days
The weather has changed overnight. The crisp, just-frozen dew of last night, which sparkled on the grass as we walked over it, has gone, leaving a grey smudge of a day.
These photographs are from yesterday
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A brisk walk
A walk this afternoon: briskly striding around the village with Cycloman. I want to be with him. On Monday I had news of a friend who died, leaving his wife and family and the sadness of it all is with me.
I see a red rose: in January, is this the last rose of 2011 or the first of 2012? The sun is already going down at about half past three and alters the colour of the photograph. There were three roses on this briar.
Pretty little face
The garden is starting to move. Spring is on its way. The hellebores have been flowering for a while now, hiding their faces in the borders.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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