First, let's go for the idealised one: the spring flowers (ok, the silk version of spring flowers), hanging in a shop window in Wimbledon Village. It's a radiator-and-expensive-fittings shop, but the flowers/foliage, in predominantly white, green and purple, with a flickering of pre-Easter narcissus-yellow, are in the colors of the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Association, so they're pointing forward to early July.
And this? This is the reality. My parents' garden this morning - I think it's probably snowier now: it's been coming down this evening. For someone who has to get up sometime before the crack of dawn to make her way to LHR, it's not an encouraging sight.
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