There is a saying about “… The light at the end of the tunnel …” being the train but in this case the light is the sun gradually doing what it needs to. Peeking out more and more. Warming the earth for even a few precious moments longer. And the reward is thrilling. The reward being snow drops and crocuses appearing where last week there was nothing but dirt and decaying vegetation from last season. I had the wonderful gift of going to lunch with my son and seeing these in the gardens out in front of the pub. These were in one bed while in the other were a riot of primula in wild pinks, purples and deep royal blues with a scattering of golden yellow to brighten anyone’s day. How I love spring!
Marg V

