The doldrums of winter are upon me.
My new year's cleaning projects are stacking up on my to-do lists.
The windows have been closed for months.
My ski gear, which always begins the season in a neat and tidy array, sits in a tangled mess.
Concrete dust and pet hair layer over everything in sight.
The gardens lie beneath brown heaps of dead foilage, left from last summer's bounty.
But there is hope.
Blooming admist this chaos is one brave species - the heather. I think I shall try to be like him.