I feel like I've been waiting forever for the first sign of snowdrops. . .
to me, their optimistic fight against the worst of the Great British Freeze marks the beginning-of-the-end of winter (yes I know we still have the grey days of February to go) and lights the beacon for primroses and daffodils to start pushing through, followed by bluebells. . .and the warm, light-filled days of summer. . .
is it just me getting older or have the past couple of months been a tad wearying?