Early yesterday morning, after a full (or almost full) moon, a frost had dusted the fields with icing sugar and caused a white mist. We went for a walk just as the sun was struggling to break through it.
We had the camera ready to photograph some new lambs the farmer has put into the field but they were too far in to get a good picture so we snapped this instead and called it a mistbow although somebody else probably already has or maybe it has some other name. If you know, please enlighten me.
In any case, the mist cleared, we had a beautiful, sunny day and the new garden suddenly seems full of possibilities with the snowdrops finished but daffodils and crocus open, tons of hellebores both white and purple, and a patch of heather pulsating with bees. I’m hoping they are honey bees although it seems a bit early. If they are though and I can track down the owner of the hives, it would be great to be able to buy some of the honey.
I can’t believe it’s already the last day of February. Who would have thought that lockdown would make the time pass faster? Or is that just me?