And another thing: snowdrops
One of my more minor resolutions for the new year is to make sure I write about more than ‘hello trees, hello sky’ here.* I will try, I promise, not to allow this to become nothing more than half-baked musings on dog walks. Meanwhile, however, I will continue with the Tuesday trees (at least until you tell me enough already) and I just have to add a brief postscript to my previous post on cherry blossom. Today I noticed a snowdrop about to open. Snowdrops flowering in January would be normal for much of England, I think, but it is amazing to me here. The first time I was able to show any photographs of snowdrops last year was on the 24th of February. If there have ever been snowdrops flowering at New Year here in past years, I don’t remember them: so here is my single New Year snowdrop, for your pleasure and mine. (I apologise for the lack of sharpness: we still have strong winds and both photographer and subject were finding it hard to keep still.)
* It was the school drip, Fotherington-Tomas, who first skipped about saying something to this effect in ‘The Compleet Molesworth’, a gem of mid-20th Century humour written by Geoffrey Willans and illustrated deliciously by Ronald Searle, whose death was announced this week (chiz chiz). To quote the passage I had in mind, ‘It is only fotherington-tomas you kno he sa Hullo clouds hullo sky he is a girlie and love the scents and sounds of nature tho the less i smell and hear them the better.’
Last year’s February snowdrops featured in Signs of Spring.