DE FROST AND DE FIR CONES

Clear February days with blue skies and frost in the mornings. It reminds me of Chicago; every morning I had to scrape the windscreen of the car where it was parked outside our apartment in Evanston. Scrape, scrape, chip, chip. In the background is the garage, a real garage except it is full of saw-horses and Black and Decker tools.

The electrical tape on the aerial functions as a rooster-tail, albeit ever so small. I can see it at 100 paces in the numerous car parks I frequent.

Peirus forrestii in the garden is etched in frost. Named after the Edinburgh Botanic Gardens plant collector, George Forrest (1873 - 1932) this plant does wonderfully well in our cool, north facing garden.

And fir cones lying on the street edge in the early morning - outside Kessington shops.