Could it be true? Could this finally be an end to the longest, coldest, wettest, snowiest winter I can ever remember? As I gazed upon the dried up remains of my once luscious jasmine, and stared woefully at the rotten geranium stalks now adorning my terracotta tubs, I suddenly glimpsed a flash of colour at the bottom of the garden. There, amongst the depressing sight of long-gone lobelias were a small, but definitely living, row of purple crocuses! Also making a welcome appearance was a dark pink primula. The neighbours must’ve all thought I’d gone truly mad as I couldn’t help but do a little dance, right there on the wet paving slabs, but I don’t care. Spring is here….