Twelfth Night and Spring is on its way.

My colleague brought me these from her father's garden and they smell lovely. It makes taking down the Christmas decorations less depressing, although I've had to keep them at the office since one of our cats has been sick after eating narcissus before. Last year's bulbs, still in pots on our balcony, are beginning to sprout too and I suspect that I might miss their flowers while in the UK at the start of my maternity leave. If I'm lucky though I'll catch the spring flowers and lambs in the Lake District before we return to Baku.