It's been a long winter here. Spring is tip-toeing in slowly. Last weekend, I planted these flowers on my front porch.
I love the little blue flowers that pop out of the ground cover every spring. I've had the stone hedhehog for years. He's beginning to crack. I guess I shouldn't leave him out through the winter. I wonder if I can find a replacement.
I caught sight of one of our little feral cats, Spot, under the blossoming tree in our back yard. The pictures are blurry because I took the shot through the glass and screen in the window.
As you can see, the tree next door is still bare. But there is a robin on it... a sure sign of spring, I've heard.
Spring is slow in arriving this year, but it's beginning to show itself in small things.