Can Spring be far behind?

The west winds over the last few days have certainly lived up to Shelley's poem - it's hard to imagine the winter snows now.

In Limehouse, the snowdrops and crocuses are once again carpeting St Anne's churchyard and the little park beside the canal, and the first ornamental tree blossom is livening up an otherwise dull street:






To go with the season, here's Greig's Spring (with someone else's pictures of much more dramatic Norwegian scenery):