As February has kindly supplied a whole extra day, I am determined to post something.
There is always a day in February when the sun shines and the world begins again. But I'll show, not tell:
(At my grandparents', this weekend.)
Snowdrops at Highcliffe Castle:
(Not actually my grandparents', I should point out)
My shadow:
(All my own legs.)
The Isle of Wight (if you have practised on haystacks, you may be able to spot The Needles):
sunwatersunwatersun:
Seagulls paddling:
And heading home to bed (or, more likely, Bournemouth-way in search of Saturday-night dropped chips):
Thank you to
angearia and
pamsblau for the lovely Valentines hearts!