You know that day - when you see clear skies, and the dafodils soak up the sun, and the rosemary dares to bloom, when you walk out without a coat, and watch the hyacinth reflect the blue, that's spring.
I've got all this old stuff at home. Great stuff! Like old letters, small writing boxes and old photos, not so much found as rescued from charity shops, garage sales and, sometimes, rubbish bins and the back seat of scrap