"yes, they are tiny growing things and they might be crocuses or snowdrops or daffodils," she whispered.
She bent very close to them and sniffed the fresh of the damp earth. She liked it very much."
It has been ravaged by snow and yet still those brave spring bulbs are poking out of the earth.
It is very very cold out there, Mr.Boodle and I just poked our noses out to take in the day and our breath hung in a still white cloud.