I’m starting to see a pattern here. I like talking about the Ross seasons. No wonder.
The contrasts between the seasons is one of the many appealing aspects of the village. I’m writing this in mid winter where the trees are without leaf, crisp frosty mornings and short days (although they are lengthening quickly). The gardens often spring (no pun intended) little surprises and start delivering spring bulbs. These ones are from right outside the reception office. I couldn’t resist taking a shot with the phone.