I want to get out in the garden.
I want it not to be rainy, blowy, snowy, or so cold I can't feel my fingers.
It struck me this year as I switched the heating up at the beginning of April, that we take it for granted that the Spring will just show up year after year.
This year things have valiantly fought through the foul weather, the damp, the dark, the snow, the rain - and to celebrate its belated but very welcome arrival frogs are having a cluster**** in the pond at the bottom of our garden.
It may be late but they're going at it with great gusto. They're singing all night and at it all day - now that's what I call a date.
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