Snowdrops are appearing again. In clumps under the trees in the park where I walk most days with the dog. In the front garden of the house next to the wee studio where I go to paint at art class every week. I even saw some purple crocuses the other day, and there are daffodil leaves appearing in our back garden.
Finally, it seems, the days are lengthening, the sun strengthening and even making a few more appearances. It's been a long winter, but the birds are now making a real racket as I walk in the woods and a pair of bullfinches has visited our garden on more than one occasion. In the past, they have been pecking seeds out of old seed-heads on a plant whose name I should know, but do not. The other day, though, the male was progressing methodically across the grass, picking up food every step of the way. A pair of fat woodpigeons are regularly to be seen perched on our old rowan tree, and a gang of town pigeons have commandeered the roof ridge of our neighbour's house. They preen and bow, make foray flights round the tall pine trees and back again, and try to alight on the flimsy bird feeders hung from the gean trees below. I could watch them all day.