Yep, I think it may have.
Tussling winter for her place perhaps.
Snowdrops are the last flower of winter
Swathes of yellow and splashes of purple, lilac and blue.
… not open yet but are definitely yellow in their budding readiness.
Not a hint of a breeze.
The cottage windows thrown open all day.
The girls were dust bathing in their own sun warmed spot.
Grinning in bliss
Winter is still throwing in the odd morning of frost.
And that definite nip when the sun goes down.
But I think spring has spungeth ...
Makes me want to skip …
... don't forget the gift-away in my last post.