In Search of Spring

I was a bit fed up this morning, but bullied myself out for a short run.
I'm trying to change my running style (on advice from a running coach and physio) its hard to do at my age.
Affected by the bad news of the sudden loss of an old friend.
Fed up with the short days and long dark nights - The SAD is hovering close by, but now I'm wise to it.
Then I found a Hazel bush full of Catkins, so I stopped to look and there it was , no bigger than a pin head.
Spring really is not that far away, I jogged home for my (proper) camera and new Macro lens with a huge smile on my face.