"Come on Mum, it's a lovely day outside"

Spring is here at last in the front garden.

But in the back garden winter has returned, frost on the pile of weeds I pulled up yesterday.

Ice on the water, an inch thick on the bath with the frogspawn in.

Not the day to sit on the doorstep and play the game of ladybirds and aphids, (noughts and crosses), I made by painting pebbles from the beach.