Oh, how we are all longing for springtime here in the Northern hemisphere - my little corner of it in the UK, anyway. I heard a farmer on TV the other day describe the last year as 'an eighteen month winter' - evocatively describing the feeling that I certainly have of having not really experienced a summer last year - just a seemingly endless downpour of cold, dispiriting rain.
So when a few days of warmth suddenly appear - as they did over last weekend - the excitement levels surge in the blood and out into the garden we go. Dishes lie unwashed; beds unmade, floors unswept, emails unanswered - the siren call of soft breezes and the promise of balmy days ahead are too much to bear. En masse, the nation utters a resounding 'HANG Spring cleaning!' and off to our own favourite patches of wildness we flee - in my case, yet again, to the Sir Harold Hillier Arboretum just outside Romsey.
Today, it's raining - again - but the memories of that promise of things to come were captured (with a new camera!) - and keep me optimistic. Here are just a few glimpses of that optimism - through my eyes - and the lens of a Fuji Finepix S4500.