We popped into the supermarket tonight for our Friday night treat – a bottle of wine to wash down our pizzas and I found them selling daffs. It’s the first time this year I’ve seen any in the shop and it’s a welcome sight after a difficult week. I’ve spent quite a lot of time, effort and brain power on a tricky and emotionally challenging project. Finally, by the end of today, I see some results – some green shoots of success. I see signs that my efforts have not gone unnoticed and signs that those efforts will make a bit of difference.

Phew.

Now I’m looking forward to these gorgeous things bursting into glorious, bright, colourful trumpets that play the happy tune to herald spring on its way. Oh yes, I love my daffs.