The snowdrops are nodding merrily in my garden and I have seen daffodils in bloom a street or two away.
There are some crocus and some daffs ready and waiting to shine yellow under the major apple tree.
There are some dandelions looking particularly vibrant without any competition in the sunshine aspect yet.
But as I was strolling around and nudging mulch leaves and cheering the appearance of new shoots and noticing the dead ends of the rosemary bush with new blue flowers showing just below the cold-nipped parts and considering doing a bit of a wake-up! call in the garden – I stopped. Went and stood in front of the holly bush. Looked thoughtfully at all the berries still remaining. Glanced over at the daffs still tightly furled. It is only the beginning of March. Nature knows. Many berries have been eaten by birds and likely other wildlife so far this winter. Those berries are waiting on harvest. Maybe another cold spell. Maybe a "rainy day". The garden still needs and wants to rest.