It felt like Spring was never going to arrive. I should have had more faith, really.
There is still lots of grey and brown. Lots of bare branches. But in between there are green leaves, tiny flowers, and splashes of colour.
I am SO going to sketch that shed. I took more than 90 photos on this walk and any one of them would make a lovely picture.
Don't get me wrong, it's still cold. There was a fresh, biting wind that made my eyes water and my nose run. I was very glad to get back into the warmth of the car and eat our picnic.
But Spring is a promise. A promise of sunny days and warmth that reaches your bones. A promise of new growth, renewal and opportunity.
Life is good.