Too few springs!

Everyone's blipping spring flowers - they're irresistible, and even if we do so every spring, that's not too often, is it?  To paraphrase A E Housman:

Now, of my threescore years and ten, 
Sixty-two won't come again,
And take from seventy sixty-plus, 
It only leaves me eight, so thus

Around the garden, walk I will,
And photograph each daffodil,
Each hyacinth and snowdrop, too,
And crocus. It's what blippers do!

Enjoy!

Spent two hours gardening today, and tonight will follow two hours of table tennis. Should be fit after that lot!