…fog, drizzle, rain, and chill.

In the sad news department, our old friend Rosemary (the shrubby herb) who has been with us for many years was moved out to the compost heap.

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.