How much there is to delight the senses, to thrill the soul, to give you hope now spring is round the corner. the first trill of the birds, bright and joyous that enters your soul and tells you of their travels. Carpets of snowdrops each one a treasure and together a truly wonderful sight.. Look up at dusk and wonder at the brightness of the stars and the vision of the crescent moon, Such happiness can be found all around you.
You might however,want to linger a while in winter, sip one last hot chocolate, another mulled wine, a brisk walk to get your circulation going. Gradually you wash and put away gloves, scarves, thick jumpers hoping they won't be needed until the Autumn.
Here is probably the most perfect poem for early spring,
To a Snowdrop, William Wordsworth (1770 - 1850)
Lone flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
the rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
So take your time and slow down, don't rush into spring, enjoy the snowdrops, the silhouettes of the trees, look closely to see the buds, the first carpets of bright green grass
A very happy Spring to all of you.
|Snowdrops, the harbingers of Spring|
|Late winter, early spring sunset|
|One last hot chocolate, make it a special one|
|Hurray for the hyacinths|
|Here come the tulips planted in the Autumn|
|Dwarf hyacinths fill your days with colour and joy|