Catkins...

...or lambs' tails. Sad to think of all the sheep buried under the recent snow in parts of the country. Low-energy day.

*edit: our dog Holly died half an hour ago. She was an old Yorkie and had been going downhill rapidly recently, with cataracts, deafness and difficulty walking. I had made the decision to take her to the vet at the weekend, in the company of the three of my kids who knew her all her life, to say goodbye, but she spared us that guilt and sadness. We had her from a pup, 15 years ago, and I sat with her while she had her own pups, Max, Minnie and Buster, and two little stillborn ones at the same time. I cried over those two lives not lived, Buster when he passed 5 years ago, and now their mum. Rest in peace, sweet girl.