Here's my February mood board.
Earlier today I really thought I wasn't going to be able to find anything new. Last month, even though nothing was yet emerging, there was a certain look to my board. During the darkest months there was still beauty to be found in the vibrancy of the berries and the sculptural quality of decay. So today I was determined to see a change. Nothing was apparent at first glance apart from the snowdrops and the tête a tête. I had to really look. And I had to look really hard. But there, under the dead stems and rotting leaves, were signs. The colours - though not the blousy brights we'll be experiencing later in the year - varied from purples to blues to pinks to yellows. And the new leaves brought tiny samples of the brightest green.
My beautiful lungwort with it's myriad of shades
( Little Sis thinks this one looks like a happy whale - can you see it?)
(sadly one of Ned's favourites)
A duet of muscari
And the wondrously tactile pussy willow
The colours and textures are there. Still a bit shy but slowly, oh so slowly, emerging from their Winter sleep. Soon they will be joined by others and the busy nature of the garden will return thick and fast.
Until then we must be patient in the knowledge that things do return and, even though their presence is small, their effect is just as great.