Ready

Three days ago we were shivering in sub-zero temperatures, and confined to the village by snow. This afternoon it was 12°C in the back garden, and I went out to fill the bird feeders and search (fruitlessly) for the hedgehog bowl - which the squirrels have taken away somewhere and hidden - wearing just jeans and a couple of jumpers rather than the t-shirt, shirt, two jumpers, scarf, ski jacket, gloves, and hat that have been needed recently. Most of the plants that were buried under snow at the weekend have emerged more or less intact, and the flowering currant, wallflowers and pulmonaria are beginning to flower.

I have flowers. I have pollen, and nectar. All I need now are some bees.