Might Spring Be Considering Springing?

And about blinkin' time too, I hear UK readers shouting. Blimey, it's been a bit of a long, cold winter here, compared to many of recent years. All that snow and ice has finally melted (only in the last few days though) and the sun seems to have remembered how to shine. It only does it in small bursts, peeping shyly from behind clouds, but there's no doubt it's there, and that it has a little warmth in its rays. I've even woken to the birds singing - a sure sign that the seasons are turning.

The trees are still wearing their winter twigs:

But just the light of the sun shining in the distance makes things somehow look a little greener and more promising:

I needed to get out and into some air yesterday. It's been a rather stressy week (for various reasons) Chez Wrinkle, so the Wrinklets and I hopped into the car and headed towards a local village which was holding a jumble sale. They didn't really want to go, but as always perked up once we were there. It was held in a barn, and growing in the woodland outside, there were clumps of snowdrops:

Once inside we all browsed the tables there - it was like an indoor car boot sale. No.1 came away with a couple of DVDs, a video of Billy Elliot (she's never seen it), a new swimming bag and a sweet little green beaded votive holder. No.2 bought some hand-held weights (he wants muscles, doncha know), some football cards and 3 Simpsons videos. And me? I didn't get much at all - just two items:

The red patterned piece of fabric is 2 metres, the other one is probably at least 4 metres. Guess how much the lady wanted for them? Go on ... No? OK then, I'll tell you. She asked for 50 pence. 25 pence for each of them. As you can imagine, I bought both, and warn you that you might see them featuring in some more bag experiments on a blog near you in the not too distant future!

After we left the sale, I took some photos - it is a pretty village. I'd have taken some shots of the gorgeous old houses, but the kids were too embarrassed to be seen with this batty old woman and her camera. 'Go home!' they urged me. Oh well, guess I'll have to go back on my own some time?

Another clue that spring is fast approaching? Bunches of daffodils for sale - so now I have a large vase of them in the sitting room, and another smaller vase on the kitchen windowsill:

You can't beat a perky daff to cheer you up, can you?

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