In the Bleak Mid-Spring?

I am a big fan of white Christmases. I can't summon the same enthusiasm for white Easters, though I am told they are statistically more likely.

I went for a short walk on the Lickey Hills this morning, where the snow that fell last weekend is still lying thick. I was impressed by the resilience of these daffodils bravely trying to maintain some semblance of spring.