Not Waving But Freezing.

In Earlston this morning, I saw this little mossy clump emerging from icy crystals on the Church wall.  

An hour later, after a bowl of delicious soup (and a tiny, tiny cake) at the Flat Cat, the sky  had gone from grey to brilliant blue. We walked  around the churchyard (extra), till the cold drove us back to the car.

Thanks to Freyjad for hosting Tiny Tuesday this month.