It may have been a cold weekend but at least it wasn't raining and the winter sun was present in the sky. Two bonuses! Maybe Spring will arrive after all. For the first time in nearly three months there was some degree of pleasure in ambling around the garden and heyho I didn't need to pull on the wellingtons to cross the lawns without ending up with wet socks. As well as the swathes of snowdrops the crocuses are flowering well. I espied a few wood anemones poking through the foliage of the soon to be flowering bluebells. Elsewhere the orange seeds of the iris and the berries of the pyracantha brought a warmth to the winter scene supported by the red flowered quince and the pink of the currant bush.