In autumn and winter, the plants wind down. Autumn is full of colour but the bright yellows and reds soon die out and we are left with dull, eerie wisps of plants in winter.
I have no idea what this plant is called or, indeed, what it looks like in not-autumn/winter. It’s a sprawling vine and, on the edge of farmland, it almost takes over the hedges in autumn, when the hawthorn is dying back.
Catkins are so cute. These ones were teeny tiny – about 2cms / one inch long.
It’s still grey and miserable. February, however, is just around the corner and then March and then spring.
And that’s all I’ve got to say today.