Den blå hagen på Huseby

Grey sky, little daylight

Old herbs raising high agains the fading winter sky.

 

Around the playhouse

Short days.

The days are short. Dark when I leave for work, dark when I come home again.  I don't see much of the Blue Garden these days. A short walk in the early mornings to fill the bird feeders, that's about all.

But then the week-end comes, and we reconnect again, the Blue Garden and I. Too cold to stay long out there, but nice to walk with my camera. As I walk, as I look, I make plans. Today I realised that there are no roses with hips anywhere. And it should be, especially for winter photos, for Easter branches......

I get my garden notebook and write a short note; remember to plant another rose, this time one which will give hips.