Easter joy

After the grey cold of Holy Week, Easter Sunday dawned bright and brisk. The snow dazzled white like the angels at the empty tomb. The daffodils and crocus clusters have found the unimaginable power to spring back up through the 10-day-old snowfields blanketing Warley Woods. They are a wordless resurrection parable to bring us all hope. This blip is of a soon to be melted snowfield basking under blue skies with Jess having (hopefully) her last lamb-like frisk through the drift!