Just as I think spring is on its way I wake up on a cold dank gray Saturday morning. So much for catching up with the washing and letting it dry outside. I suppose home will look like a laundrett for the rest of the weekend. Oh well these things are sent to try us even the dog looks totally hacked off and has gone back to bed.
Then again I suppose it is only Febuary and it is still winter. In the garden yesterday morning I spotted this little fella poking its little head up which made me smile.
Come April 25 years ago Mom had planted hundreds of daffodils in the garden and not one had popped its head up to say hello. Here we are in Febuary after one of the coldest recorded winters and this daffodil has proved it's self quite a hardy little chap net alone very early!