I cannot begin to describe the incredible jealousy I feel for people beginning to experience British springtime. Spring that starts in February! I know it’s running a bit late for them this year, but look at what I was photographing last year on February 10th.
This year, on the 17th, you cannot see the grass in my yard. Though the sun is high enough to start melting the snow even on days when the temperature doesn’t rise above freezing. And those little drips and splashes mean that spring is on its way. Even if we are supposed to get more snow tomorrow.