The smarting stabs

Morning photographs of the new cleared parts of the farm. Why I have found walls I never noticed before. If only the weeds will slow just once. (Well, they hopefully will until March).

And having done a bit of an internet search and consulted Nicolas I can say that the weed of choice at this time of year on the property has a most delightful name. Fleabane. It’s so incongruous until it flowers. Quite tall and most popular. But not an eyesore. Certainly not as bad as the nettles. Why is that there is always a gap between glove and the sleeve that nettles always find? Fairly tingling with smarting stabs.
Can’t for the life of me remember what else I did today. (I am writing this on a crowded train ten days later.)