Never the less, it hasn't exactly become spring yet. This is the copse next to my house
Apart from a bit of flourishing ivy and some splendid lichen, not a speck of green in sight. It is in fact raining again at this minute, despite my hope that I might at last get out and do something about the lawn (recently renamed as the Slough of Despond and currently awaiting EU recognition as an important breeding ground for Ciconiiformes). Still, the shrubbery looks green.
Actually, we have just had the tree surgeons in to look at the state of our trees and discover that four of them have died. Who knows what caused their death? Trench foot? Death by drowning? Rampant fungus? Or maybe they just gave up in all the rain and snow and Arctic winds?
Counting our blessings though, we will have a nice pile of logs for next winter, which apparently will begin shortly.