Almost spring

The cold winds of the past wee while have been ... unpleasant. Today was definitely an improvement, weather-wise. After an afternoon indoors watching Freya asleep and awake - the big arm movements during sleep; the just-getting-focussed gaze - I had a lovely walk home, the long way round, through some of the grander back streets of Crouch End (note the almost-full moon) -

 and those luminous clouds will soon disappear behind trees-in-leaf -

All is not always bliss with new babies - already she doesn't seem to like being labelled "tiny dreamer." - and who could blame her? -