A Purple Patch
Saturday was the first day that really felt like spring as there was a glorious light and a real warmth outside. I managed to spend a comfortable time tending to my garden's needs rather than retreating indoors after an hour to thaw myself with mug of hot chocolate*.
March tends to be a month noted for the colour yellow, but it was the fat patches of purple crocus which made me reach for my camera. They're not so profuse as in previous years; probably a combination of thieving squirrels and constriction by the encroaching ivy from the public land.
The ivy's taken over quite a bit of the garden whilst I wasn't looking, along with some wicked looking bramble which hopped over the fence and sneakily anchored itself behind a large shrub before popping into view.
I've been struggling to think of my summary word for 2015. I've got it now - it's Reclamation.
* though my mug of hot chocolate was welcome anyway ;)