Wild Flowers

A busy morning doing laundry and other unexciting tasks following my return from the warm south. It was anything but warm in the frozen north when I headed for Westhill.

In the evening it must have been close to freezing. Notwithstanding the cold, when I took the bus back into the city a group of young men did not even have jackets on. I had to conclude that whatever they were consuming from the bottles they were carrying was keeping them warm, or alternatively insulating them from feeling the cold.