Kick off your shoes. Snuggle under a thick, cosy blanket with a good book, perhaps a beloved cat or dog curled up next to you, and a cup of something warming by your side. The garden has been put to bed for the year and thoughts turn inwards to home, warmth, comfort, and evenings dreaming by the fire...
Pushing through the earth under the gooseberry and blackcurrant bushes, were little pointed green shoots, around them the ground was hard and frost bitten, but it wasn’t putting them off, not a bit of it. Snowdrops! And immediately I was looking forward to spring.