Freshly cut grass

Has spring sprung?  I'm not sure...it's cold all over the country, the daffodils in my garden are struggling and yet Easter has arrived.  When I was a kid (oh dear...I sound like my folks all of a sudden) Easter consisted of bunches of spring daffs, choccy eggs, usually, if i remember rightly,  a new dress (when I was very little!) and a visit to the Spanish City in Whitley Bay. Easter this year feels quite different.  Although this morning, for the first time this year, i smelled freshly cut grass whilst walking Alex to nursery-hopefully that's a sign that things are picking up!  Fingers crossed for warmer weather and blue skies.  I'll leave you with some snaps of the daffs I got for Mother's Day from Alex and a great old pic of The Spanish City.

 It didn't look like this in the 80's but I love this nostalgic photo