For the first time in ages, I am hearing birdsong first thing in a morning and it is all the more lovely after the silence!
This weekend we went out in search of those harbingers of Spring ~ The Snowdrop
TO A SNOWDROP
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!
1819. William Wordsworth
I understand that we are also about to get some warmer temperatures that will bring out the crocus and perhaps the first glimpses of bee’s for a little while.
Artwise, I am feeling the need to get the paints out again…I can feel a watercolour moment coming on and it has to be daffodils.
Meanwhile, if you are a snowdrop fan, there will be a selection posted up on my photography blog shortly.