Sprinkling

After the best part of a week of mist and rain the sky has finally cleared and it's starting to feel like Spring. Little Spring flowers are popping up everywhere and the Judas trees are revving up for their soon-to-come exuberant display. So why did the colours of the plastic bags in the supermarket excite me more than all that beautiful nature? Is it because nature is not a guilty secret whereas plastic really is?

Sprinkling; An inkling of Spring?