Winter is hanging on by a thread, the wind chills the air and full days aren't quite yet within my grasp... but it won't be long til my hands can lose their cold creaking stiffness. Meanwhile I am chipping away at garden tasks. My energy bucket empties quickly after the inertia of winter and there...
Kelp hanging to dry waiting for the draught that creeps through the rafters. The island is still this evening. The silence is deafening yet brings peace....