I finally went looking for my Hellebore - having been reminded of it by many a blip on here these past weeks. Poor little thing is at least 30 years old and planted squarely under a boxwood where it gets no light whatsoever. It seems to be reduced to two wee shoots and a very few flowers. But still here!
There are also a multitude of the earliest of our daffodils. And one or two still blooming crocus. Yay! Spring is so wonderful.