The Promise

Yet another cold and windy, sometimes rainy, grey day. The recent continuous rain following on all that snow has left the ground soggy and ankle deep in mud. But. The pups have got to be walked!  Thoroughly miserable was I trudging through the mire. Then I came across these daffies in bud, ready to burst forth. And the buds on the horse chestnut weren't there last week.  Nature's promise of Spring perhaps?

Later had to make scones for tonight's WI, before going to a twiddle-muff making session, followed by said WI meeting. 
Now totally whacked.