On Monday morning, as frost melted in the sun, I found the first blue periwinkle of early spring.
Beech buds had lost the scaly coverings of winter and waited, silver against the sky, to burst into leaf.
Woody`s coat gleamed in the sunlight.
Pockets of frost stayed white in a shady corner of a field........
.....but in the sun, even short cropped grass seemed to be growing once again.
More primrose flowers had opened,
starlings waited in high branches, until I filled the bird table........
...and out in the lane, hazel catkins shook out their yellow lambs tails in the boundary hedge.