All the leaves are brown

And the sky is indeed very grey. I am trying to make the most of my daily walk and take a different route, instead of heading straight for the sea (well, alright, The Wash) and then back again as soon as the wind has frozen my face off. So today I visited a churchyard, where a portion of it has been managed as a conservation area. It was grey and quiet; solemn but not bleak. As I turned the corner of the path I saw the winter aconites, such a bright yellow fizzing against the stone, with the snowdrops trembling beside them. That’s why I left the house. Always worth the effort, when you can.

graveyard with winter flowers

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