Moss and ice.

Church Livestream this morning plus croissant and coffee!
Sunday lunch.
A walk up the garden to see what I could find for my blip.
I was looking for signs of bulbs poking their new growth above the soil.
We have three raised beds edged with thick lengths of wood, looking rather like the old railway sleepers.
I liked the moss growing there as it has been so wet recently. When I studied it more closely it looked like a miniature green forest.
Nothing much else to report and the news is far from good.
But we are cosy and warm.
Just had a mug of tea and am about to finish my book.
One of those you do not really want to end.
Epiphany Sunday here.
Twelfth Night tomorrow when I will pack away the Nativity set until December.