We finally had a morning of sunlight and frost again, and although I’ve got a cold that makes my throat feel like a razor-legged scarab is trying to claw itself out, I went for my usual walk. The hedgerows were awash with glitter and gold.
Overblown beaked parsley stretching its crown like tiny hands towards the sun. 🙂
Or balancing the golden ball on its fingertips.
Everything leaning into the light. Me included.