It is quite uncanny for the beginning of February, but I could swear that there is the tiniest hint of spring in the air!
Yesterday as I fed the horses I heard the first skylark singing way above me, and there is that je-ne-sais-quoi tingly feeling floating around.
Tomorrow morning I shall even be heading off to a fair, very early in the season …. in a small town I’ve never been to before. It may be rubbish, but I’ll head over there with a pal, and it’s nice for us to think that our brocante hunting season will soon be in full swing.
In the meantime I leave you with pictures of a little bouquet I put together yesterday. THis bunch of pink ranunculus was calling out to me, and once home they looked quite comfortable in the company of ivy and mahonia from the garden.