Snow fell in the very early hours of Thursday morning, covering up the ice. But before I was even out of bed, I could hear the dripping and wash off the roof and down the gutters.
Crocus are rare here. I think maybe, like tulips, they only flower once because the ground doesn't get cold enough to fuel them. These yellow blooms were such a pleasure, as were these happy little bird tracks. Probably Mr. Robin and his wife.