Hope

This has started to flower by the pond.  It feels like a ray of optimism that there will always be a little bit a beauty somewhere.  
A quiet day starting with a drizzly dog walk, made a pasta sauce for dinner, went to vote, tried out paint colours on cardboard for bespoke fitted wardrobes to be put in, in January. Mooched about reading.
Extra blip is the decoration on Christmas tree in nearby shopping court.  They look a bit ragged to me.  Sign of the times?