Not quite into February and Cork is showing plenty of signs that spring is on the way; the first daffodil trumpet stands proud in the front garden while the first of the crocuses is a bulb waiting to explode in the rear garden. The promise of glorious colour is here.
The sun is now providing sufficient warmth for the hound to once again lie out in the back garden, taking it all in. Harry Hound is not far off nine years old now, but only today we were once again asked the age of our puppy. Keep it up fella!
He really did manage to get himself right in the centre of the sun’s spotlight.
So hope the colour and joy of spring is breaking forth in your world.
Stay safe. MM☘️