Spring is in the air

Thanks to milder weather, and snowdrops, crocuses and also some daffodils at both work and the local churchyard, there was a definite feeling of spring, reminding me of Mole in Wind in the Willows.

" 'This is fine!' he said to himself. `This is better than whitewashing!' The sunshine struck hot on his fur, soft breezes caressed his heated brow, and after the seclusion of the cellarage he had lived in so long the carol of happy birds fell on his dulled hearing almost like a shout. Jumping off all his four legs at once, in the joy of living and the delight of spring without its cleaning, he pursued his way across the meadow till he reached the hedge on the further side."