Dirty Freesias

They grow like mad in our front garden, between the pavers and properly in the soil as well. It has been pouring all day today, so I didn't have a chance to do anything outside. I and my 4 liters of local freshly pressed extra virgin olive oil got a lift home, straight to the door (via petrol station on the last drips, scraping the tank really).
So, after a nice chat with Sister across the oceans, I decided to venture out with a hood on, torchlight and scissors and find something blippable. And ta dam! My favourite, quite recently purchased glass, some dirty freesias in the bathroom my studio.

This winter is dragging on mercilessly.