You could say this morning started with a sharp intake of breath. The photo on the left was the frost bitten view through our windscreen just before we set off to pick up fresh veggies for tomorrow's hilbarn boxes. The hole on the right is from Barn's finger print, which was warm enough to melt a porthole for us to see through. This is the week that Spring starts, that the swallows return (we hope) and the sweet peas sewn in March start sprinting up lattices. Spring, here we come!