I had a bit of a splurge this morning.
I am told some husbands buy their wives flowers every week. C can't understand why anyone would spend money on something that sits in a jug for a few days and then dies. The only time he buys me flowers is when I've just had a baby. That's three bunches then, last one nearly eleven years ago. I buy my own. I don't care about them dying, they give me such joy.
The sun was shining this morning, perfect photography conditions.
As well as flowers I bought this little box planted with bulbs which will cheer up a corner of my kitchen.
I bought some food too. Among other less colourful things I bagged a bargain bag of small peppers -all red and orange, no nasty green ones :o)
I'm always glad when January is over, especially this January dominated as it was by my burnt foot.
February is still Winter, but Winter with the scent of Spring. For us, February is a month of celebrations which fortuitously fall once a week keeping our spirits up until March arrives.