Seems appropriate to cite some poetry while the moment is here, so:
Spring related poetry by a famous poet beginning with W... Winnie-the-Pooh:
Noise by Pooh
Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.
And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.
Oh, the honey-bees are gumming,
On their little wings, and humming
That the summer, which is coming,
Will be fun.
And the cows are almost cooing,
And the turtle-doves are mooing,
Which is why a Pooh is poohing
In the sun.
For the spring is really springing;
You can see a skylark singing,
And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
Can be heard.
And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's cucking and he's ooing,
And a Pooh is simply poohing
Like a bird.
(From "The House at Pooh Corner" by A.A. Milne)
which captures the jollity of the season much better than waffling on about daffodils...
Think I might take advantage of the sun and have a last walk into Slough to get this parcel tape.