Waiting To Grow

These days, the sun has begun to appear more frequently, and looking at these hyacinths  I wait for warm days.
Although snow isn't melting, snowstorm is sometimes, and again it seems that the spring won't come soon.  
That's what I saw when I came in my garden yesterday. I've found a poem about plants waiting for spring under the snow. 
Here it is:

WAITING TO GROW

Little white snowdrop just waking up,
Violet, daisy, and sweet buttercup,
Think of the flowers that are under the snow,
Waiting to grow!

And think what a number of queer little seeds,
Of flowers and mosses, of ferns and of weeds,
Are under the leaves and under the snow,
Waiting to grow!

Think of the roots getting ready to sprout,
Reaching their slender brown fingers about,
Under the ice and the leaves and the snow,
Waiting to grow!

the poem by  Frank French

I noticed footprints on a path, I've guessed it was the neighbor's cat called Privet (that means 'Hello'). He was on duty, and I am sure that there are no mice under my house anymore.

 All right! Then I took a shovel in my hands and I began to clean the paths under the nice bright sky.