Exploded bullrush

Well, not the exploded bullrush of the other day, but its sibling. Not turned inside out like the other, more like a mattress with the stuffing coming out.
There was no light at all this morning, but the colours were all the softer for that, which was lovely. But I can't pretend I'm not sick of being stuck at this point in the year. Won't it be brilliant when things really start to grow?