The first of March means we can now look towards the arrival of spring.
Early daffodils are here, with their sunny disposition they stand determined, blooming and smiling in the frigid breeze.
Alex came home with ingredients for Shrove Tuesday pancakes last night, with two bunches of daffodils clasped in his hand. I've clearly trained him well.
Their trumpet-like blooms are bursting open and bringing lots of cheer with them. I put them on my new (to me) Edwardian oak plant stand, the first furniture purchase I have made for the cottage we move into next week.
This move can't come soon enough, until then, the daffs are keeping me occupied.