It's dull in th' winter when it's got nowt to do.

In th' flower gardens out there things will be stirrin' down below in th' dark.

Th' sun's warmin' 'em.

You'll see bits o' green spikes stickin' out o' th' black earth after a bit." "What will they be ?" asked Mary.
"Crocuses an' snowdrops an' daffydowndillys.

Has tha' never seen them ?" "No.