slow warming

in the warm sun some butterflies are out, in spite of the cold air and frosty nights. I saw this comma near the wood, on the edge of the overgrown wetland.

while things are still stripped back by winter, the eye is caught by more austere delights, like this lichen  spotting the coping stones, bare branches in the garden behind.

the lambs are growing quickly. not long before they are somebody’s dinner.