The woods are lovely dark and deep

If only, like the Frost poem, we could have some snow and a spell of cold weather rather than the dismal rain.
I stopped by a local wood quite early this morning and managed to get some pictures before the drizzle started again. There were still raindrops clinging to the twigs from the overnight showers. I know pictures of disordered trees are quite popular at the moment and this wood is pretty chaotic as many of the trees are down following the January storms and it has not been tidied. I was surprised to see the tops of the bluebells already poking through the ground. I hope we do not get a late frost.














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