I've been longing impatiently for spring. I've been scrutinizing the tell-tale signs: a minute more daylight in the evening, a slightly more golden quality to that light. Yet somehow I was surprised today to find that my garden has gotten on with the business of spring without me. The snowdrops are looking tired while the crocuses beam -- sunshine with dewdrops. Bluebells and tulips in sheltered places shoot three or four inches out of the ground and the grass needs mowing. When did all that happen?
Linking to Sunlit Sunday.
Editorial Retraction: These sunny little shoots endured a skiff of snow this morning. Perhaps I spoke too soon.