Here in the South-East of the UK, you'd be forgiven for thinking it was Spring already.
There's colour everywhere ...
(Polyanthus - not sure what type)
We should be under a carpet of frost, breathing dragons-breathe and wearing several layers of the warmest of fleeces, gloves, hats and scarves.
But it's a balmy 12'C outside, the birds are singing. Mrs Blackbird is teasing Mr Blackbird with her womanly charms (you know the one girls) and the males are bickering & fighting already for their patch.
It's gorgeous out there ... roll on Spring.