In the bleak mid-winter, when there seems to be ongoing uncertainty on every level, doesn't this sight offer a wonderfully reassuring message, that the natural world never waivers, always follows its designated path. It just keeps on keeping on. Catkins always remind of the nature table at school, when I was about six. We were told that the catkins were lamb's tails, left hanging on the tree! Rather unlikely, but we fell for it!
Yesterday morning was beautiful - at last. Sunshine, relatively mild, no wind (bonus) and the dogs and I had a good walk, part of which was around this field. Until about ten days before Christmas, it was a sea of Brussel sprout plants. Looking north, across the grey Firth of Forth to Fife, it is now ploughed and waiting for its next assignment.