Spring is definitely on its way. I know this not by a rise in temperature or increased daylight hours. No, I've got a much more reliable barometer: the men with the wheelbarrows are starting to crawl out of the woodwork.
I stopped not once, but twice yesterday on my way home to let them trundle past carrying manure or whatever it is they are using on their farming plots. (On one occasion last year I peeked into a particularly noisy wheelbarrow to find it was filled with crates of live chicks!)
Some days I feel claustrophobic in our picturesque little village but on sunny days like this I love it!
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