Spring has sprung

Or has it?

The rain it raineth, and the hearing has been on all day.

I'm cuddled up with A Song for Arbonne by Guy Gavriel Kay. Normally a winter read....

And it's nearly May.

Even the dog is asleep. Upside down. All four feet in the air. Hasn't been and fetched his lead. Or looked longingly out of the window.