There are some little signs of spring, even though it is still a muddy swamp out there and last night there was thunder so loud I thought a bomb had exploded. The jasmine is out. Pale yellow freesias are growing wild by the side of the road. The birds are sounding a lot happier. And I am starting to look around the house and seeing how grubby everything looks. When the urge for home decoration hits, I know that spring is on its way, and that is a marvellous thing.