Over the weekend there was a real smell of Spring in the air.
A hint, a suggestion, a promise maybe, of new growth to come.
I went for a walk round Dalbeattie Woods, camera in hand. No real sign of new buds yet, but there was still a small handful of the last leaves, hanging on despite all the winter winds and storms.
Soon they will be replaced by fresh green foliage.
But not just yet.