Dare I say it? Is there a spot of real Spring in the air or am I too early? Perhaps we’re still expecting more rain or snow even but in the meantime I’m allowing myself a little spot of excitement as there is nothing like a crocus to make one think that Winter is on the wane. Being a London lady I’m always taken by surprise at the rawness of the turn of a season as the changes are inevitably more benign in town.
But a day in Hampshire has served up pussy willow with it’s lovey catkins, crocus, tiny little daffodils just arriving, hellebores and snowdrops… keep hoping for more…