November and its far more difficult to write an inspiring blog when my subjects lie battered and brown on the cold, dark earth. The wren still chatters from the hedge, blackbird will appear for an discarded apple. The finches and tits will return for an easy meal. Its been cold and dark since early afternoon but we are so glad we went out for a walk earlier in the day to Culzean (pronounced Cul – ane – the Z is silent!) hoping for some soup after our sojourn only to find the cafe shut (must remember that!). So different from the last visit in warm sunshine, but still some hardy visitors braving the cold and exploring the lovely gardens…
The fire is on, supper cooking and listening to Jul På Svenska; its nice having family living overseas they broaden your musical horizons too…. Enjoy
thehopefulherbalist 