As if all it took was the changing of the month at the top of the calendar, the garden is now a sea of pale, determined crocus buds. The parks too, filled with these delicate harbingers of Spring, so sure that they will be able to survive the charming-sounding -6°C predicted for later this week. I suppose that I wanted to tell you that here, at least, things are growing.
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As if all it took was the changing of the month at the top of the calendar, the garden is now a sea of pale, determined crocus buds. The parks too, filled with these delicate harbingers of Spring, so sure that they will be able to survive the charming-sounding -6°C predicted for later this week. I suppose that I wanted to tell you that here, at least, things are growing.