Daffodils, tulips, intimations of optimism: tick, tick, tick.
The blogger's garden of low-maintenance gorse and heather. No maintenance, in fact. I sit here listening to the bees, ignoring the sounds from the west lawn where the rest of the household busily mows and tries to involve me in deciding where the new seedlings should go. Like Neville Chamberlain, I'm a pushover for Peace in Our Time, so I occasionally join them for a bit of light pointing at flowerbeds, but only when anyone is watching. Exertion doesn't really suit Neville and me.
There's a chocolate giveaway still on the go here, if that's any good to you. Don't tell anyone and you'll have more of a chance to win.