So today I am going to sit by the fire and dream of spring, not the early spring of hellebores and crocuses but the full frontal overflowing of primroses and daffodils and blackthorn and apple blossom.
Blackthorn like this against a blue spring sky.
Kneel down and smell them. They are the faint, sweet, green smell of spring.
February Gold daffodils.
Do they bloom for you in February? Here, although they are the first daffodils to open, they are never in flower until March.
And by May bluebells in a glorious blue sea, washing round the first uncurling of the bracken fronds.
It is all out there somewhere.