Happy St David's Day!
I used to be in St David's House at school, and as well as wearing yellow pullovers as part of the uniform, on the first of March we were all given a daffodil to wear.
Now I live with a partner who has Welsh roots, so it is still a celebration day in my life.
Mr B found these brave little bulbs tucked away in a cold, dark corner of our garden the other day.
No soil, no light but still bursting forth with so much vigour.
A feast for the eyes and the nose.
(And a note to self to pot them up and put a marker in the pot too!)