Today it has been wet since early lunch time and it looks as though the warm weather is not set to reach us until mid week. Never has there been a winter when everyone has longed so much for spring to arrive.
But I must say = there are signs. Every single time I open the front door to go out there is a blackbird singing. I am almost certain they have built in my hedge. In my front garden my lawn is looking rather sad. I don't think it has had a feed for many a long year so I intend to rectify that shortly. In the meantime two starlings are walking around on it, digging their beaks into the grass and searching for grubs. I hope they have a lot of success - taking away pests and also aerating the ground at the same time.
Sunday lunch out was good as always and staying drinking tea until almost four o'clock meant the day was almost over when I returned. Just a walk round with Tess in the pouring rain. Not very Springlike.