Spring creeps slowly into the garden until it doesn't creep at all, then all is a rush of leaf and bloom. But that's at least a month away. For now, it creeps.
There's a bird outside practicing his arpeggios, soon to join the dawn chorus. The daffodils are in bud, and the snowdrops are long in bloom. In winter's twigworld, the buds are swelling even if their protective scales are still tight, and the overall effect is still one of hibernation.