I know its springtime when I can completely forget about reality while watching ducklings swimming across the Japanses Gardens.

Picture this... Girl, storming back towards home after a day of classes and very little sleep. She's just heard word that a website that she's helping to build has crashed, leaving her to pick up the pieces.

She's unimpressed. Add to that scene 3 bus loads of old grannies walking through the park due to the lovely pretty flowers, and it being Garden Week.

Then, watch as the girl trips over, curses, then blushes when one of the old biddies gasps in horror at her language. The girl is tired, embarrased, narky and now she has a sore knee from where it collided with the ground.

The girl must walk past the lake in order to get home, and cannot walk faster than a snail, as the old biddies may throw their hips out. The path isn't wide enough to attempt an overtake, so she's stuck in a scene that smacks of Mr Bean.

Now.. as she gets closer to the lake watch as her face melts. The frustration and angst just wash away with one big almighty sigh when she spies several fluffy ducklings swimming franticly to keep up with Mamma Duck.

*awwwwwww*

Ducklings.

Cute, fuzzy wuzzy quackers.
I stood there gushing over these wee cuties for about ten minutes before the real world caught back up with me. I love spring time.

Its the time of year when all the pretty, fluffy, fuzzy, sneezy things appear. Love it.