Changing colour

There was an unexpected aftershock today from the Unpleasant Situation of three years ago - I thought I was going to have to speak to the poisonous one on the phone, but was fortunately advised to confine myself to a terse email.

When we got home last week I had privately noted a bit of, ahem, autumnal colour on some of the little trees in the square, but had assured myself that it's just because they're a bit stressed by less than adequate growing conditions. But here's another one, one of the wee trees on the Shore.

Ah, well, at least someone, somewhere, is seeing the first signs of Spring!