Earlier this week I went for a walk around Upper and Lower Swell, two lovely villages near Stow. As it has rained quite a bit recently, I mostly encountered mud:
and quite a few horses, none of whom seemed to be particularly interested in passerby.
I climbed a stile, and walked up a hill,
and there at the top of the hill was a carpet of purple crocuses under a tree, joining me in admiring the view.
So, irrefutable evidence that spring has finally sprung.