Spring has sprung

It's March 21st: spring equinox. The sun's shining and I'm ignoring the strike, the massive pile of work, the government and all the other misery.

I arrived at work to find this beautiful, hand-made daffodil waiting for me: thanks to C, who seems to spend an awful lot of her time cheering everybody up everybody else. If you live in Bridgnorth, you may find them scattered around the town, much as crocheted snowflakes were hung from the trees at Christmas.