Although we had a smattering of snow here in Shropshire ever the weekend, there are signs that Spring is on it’s way. In the garden, there is the first hint of colour from these tiny Iris’s

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.