November morning and the hawthorn wears its black winter dress with scarlet pearls. A blackbird and blue tit strip the willow through jaggy arm to jaggy arm to the tune of the wheezy accordion air.
The bog cotton is out, congregational, constellational, twinkling in a wind that sings the greenest green to the lone rowan tree, breathing May into the dun coloured moor.
The annual RSW exhibition opened last Friday night in Edinburgh and I was delighted to have been given an award for this work��Japanese Anemones’. Thanks to everyone who supported me and to
@Wrongone100
for telling me to post this ! 😁