Last Wednesday I walked to the allotment, leaving home round about 7ish. On arrival I found leaf and blade dressed in frost and the soil sparkling in the morning sunlight, as if someone had scattered tiny diamond chips over the earth. A small chunk of ice, with an appearance of a bird, lay near the small asparagus bed (now placed upright and nestling by one of the crowns). The stench from the comfrey bucket prompted me to feed the broccoli. Winter has arrived, but on my plot November is definitely a pink and orange month, as calendula and cosmos defy the frost and continue to bloom.
pink and orange/ quiver in the wind / bathe in the rain / root in the earth