I think spring has sprung.
I'm probably premature in saying so, particularly given the fact that I was sure spring had sprung a few weeks ago when the snowdrops were all out and the temperature was in the double [centigrade] digits. And then all last week we had bitter cold, snow, graupel and a biting, bloody awful wind.
However, it's warm today. The forsythia by the bridge not only has buds, it has at least four blossoms, the crocuses are blooming, the jonquils hot behind, and the floods of daffodils at the base of the city wall are raring to go.
A pair of ducks were in the garden outside my flat clearly on the market for a cozy little property, short commute, room for a family. There are thousands and thousands of birds all twittering 'I'M SEXY! I'M TOTALLY SEXY!' in a variety of, generally charming, themes. Well, charming except for the geese. The goose for 'I'M SEXY' is basically shouting 'BAWACKA!! BAWACKA!!' at full volume. Often very early in the morning. Very.
But as the old saying goes, when the geese shout BAWACKA, you know that spring has sprung.
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