A magic find. A secret.Snowdrops, a whole spinney full of them. Hidden away by the side of the Criccieth road I came across thousand on thousand and, looking around to check nobody was watching, after all the sign did say ‘Private – Keep Out’, I clambered the gate and stepped into a wonderland of glowing white and delicate spring green.
Spring green. Maybe soon, but despite the snow and ice the snowdrops made it through, there’s no discouraging them.
Ok, you win. That's a better snowdrop pic. Wonderful, aren't they. Crocuses have also started to come up amongst the snowdrops in our garden. I must take a photo!
ReplyDeleteThat's so beautiful. There is a normally a huge swathe of snowdrops in Winteringham just off the A64 after Rillington. I cam upon them by chance one year and now I try to make time to turn off the road just to do my heart good.
ReplyDeleteI love snowdrops. They seem so full of hope.
ReplyDeleteA vision of snowdrops is like a physical prayer. Read this and you may understand what I mean.
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This are jewelry. So beautiful!
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I have a poem about the Shipping Forecast, not as beautiful, but a bit of a hoot. I may post it at some point.
I love it - Thanks Michele. I may purchase a book of her poems.
I sent Carol Ann Duffy's " Valentine" to my niece and her soon to be husband. Think you would enjoy too. Google it
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