Despite Sunday morning's snow dump, there are signs of spring all over. My beloved rhubarb is starting to unfurl and the daffodils are peeking out. The fairy wrens are wearing their brightest blue. Even the bare young fruit trees have new buds appearing - three whole new branches in the case of the Williams pear.
|Daffodils peeking out|
|Even the hothouse was cold|
|Raspberries probably enjoyed the chill|