Along the banks and verges, white has changed to gold and purple, as the virginal snowdrops die away, giving place to primroses and periwinkles, crocuses and daffodils. The wintry sunshine, that struggled to push its way through cloud and mist, has also gone, at least for now, and in its place is a blessed heat, tempered by gentle breezes. The birds' joyous song is joined by the humming of bees, as they bumble and buzz from one blossom to another; and even a couple of butterflies have come out to join the fun.
One doesn't like to get speak too soon, but might spring be here to stay?
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