Becoming rather desperate for some sign of good weather and Spring, I went for a walk up the lane last week.
Firstly, I stumbled across an unexpected site in a neglected field: a whole group of Snowdrops bravely making their way through brambles and old nettle stems.
They must occupy a circle of at least 6 to 8 foot diameter.
Walking on, I found a piece of sheep’s wool caught on a bramble, all snowy and ethereal, covered with droplets of mist, pretending to be more snowdrops!
Looking in a sheltered patch on the lane bank where I know Lesser Celandine grow, I found they were growing strongly with lots of leaves and one brave flower which was on the point of opening.
In a field wall above the lane I noticed that the Bilberry plants were breaking bud, all about to burst forth with leaves, and small Foxgloves nestled in crevices promising a fine show in a few months.
The purple honesty plants which grow wild in sunny spots along most of the verges hereabouts are also appearing
and, evidence of the amount of snow and rain we have had this winter, water was cascading from the springs into the stone troughs along the laneside
and our own garden wall is absolutely smothered with a thick, green, fur coat of moss,
amongst which the birds forage busily for small insects.
However, the crowning glory of my stroll, and which signified that Spring has in fact arrived in our vicinity, was the sight of a Hazel tree with catkins swinging, primrose yellow and full of pollen, at the corner of the lane, in front of a glossy Holly.
Now all we need is some sun:)