Front gardens in winter are often a bit bleak. But not this one:
The glorious golden mimosa house is deep in the urban heat island, in a backstreet broad enough to get the sun, yet narrow enough to be sheltered from the wind. The yellow mimosa is picked up by a yellow door and gate, the oily sheen on black bricks contrasts deliciously with the fluffy flowers and delicate leaves. It's a December delight, and must cheer the residents every time they come home - or leave the house.
I can't see pictures I'm taking any more - the camera's screen has gone - so currently I'm pointing and hoping. This one came out OK. But time for another camera, probably.