I've a bit of a soft spot for February; might be something to do with it being my birthday month I suppose. It's always felt a bit special. The days are a little longer and the birds are singing again.
Why is it then, when spring is in sight that I'm thoroughly fed up with the month's trappings of winter? It takes a stretch of the imagination to see beyond the drab browns and greys that cloak the landscape and appreciate that things are indeed stirring.
We have snowdrops in abundance and the first primroses are out too. A celandine has been spotted on a sunny bank. Early last week Heather 'loosed out a ruck' of tiny lambs and their watchful mothers in the little triangular field across the lane. Spring flowers and lambs; all this is good. A promising start.