I’ve been doing a fair bit of whingeing recently about the lack of spring in my part of the world.
Throughout April in Scotland we had some very cold days with frosts in the mornings, and icy winds that felt as if they belonged in midwinter. I was beginning to wonder if we were ever going to move into spring.
One sign of progress in the animal kingdom, however, has been evident for a while now and is a delight every year:
Although in early May, as I write this, there is still a cold wind and many of the trees in Perthshire seem loathe to produce new buds, the sunshine over the past few days has been enough to encourage the daffodils to trumpet their brilliant yellow glory.
Along quite a few of the small roads near where I live some public spirited people have planted thousands of daffodils, which is a cheering sight as you drive along:
In places they’re on both sides of the road, which is doubly delightful, and when they’re fully out and the sun hits them they positively blaze: