The girls, Tilly and Bo, my daughter's dog, and I have just had our first walk of the year. It's raining now but earlier the sky was a very pale blue and the sun shone, weakly, but with resolve, so we had a wander down the drive and along a short section of the John Muir Way. Not far, the wind was cold, and I knew, from a telephone conversation with a friend in Edinburgh, that deteriorating weather was on its way. We got home just in time. It's all changed now!
I am always on the lookout for new life. It's one of the joys of having very clearly defined seasons, in this part of the world. Plants are a key indicator of that passage from one season to the next. Today there was virtually nothing on our walk that warranted a photograph, except for a lovely spread of young, soft floppy-leaved foxglove plants in the wood.
A happy sign that life is doing what it does best - asserting itself.