It was as excited as a child on Christmas eve; spring was coming, how could it stay in the bed?! Yes, it was still dark but in the first few days of January, up it shot to bring beauty to the tiny patch of border. It's the same every year; the first of a small clump of daffodils showing up in the dead of winter, without fail. There is hope... just wait... brighter days are coming.
An icy wind from the sea was a deterrent - I couldn't match the daffodil's enthusiasm by nipping into a warm house for a proper camera - so this was snapped quickly by phone - on the 6th of January.
Today, other spring bulbs have caught up. Snowdrops and crocuses don't do well here for some reason, but the dwarf irises peep up for a few inches in a raised stone trough near the later-to-appear daffs. Tiny bursts of blueness that make me happy!