It's grim outside, no pleasure to be had in being in the garden in such cold and damp and drear. I've picked a few brave flowers to appreciate indoors. The blue hydrangea heads are dead as a dodo but I haven't got the heart to throw them away just yet.
I doubt that there will be any more opportunities to fill a vase with flowers from the garden until next spring.
The only remaining joyful colour, apart from red berries, is the Swiss chard in the vegetable plot, looking good enough to eat, ha ha.
I watched a cookery programme the other week and learnt that it is extremely popular in Corsica.
Ottolenghi, the presenter, made a delicious-looking savoury tart with white chard and lots of garlic and onion. I shall have to try it out!
I live with Himself (husband) in a former gamekeeper's cottage in the South-West of England.
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