Having just been outside in the dark with the dog, my torch fell upon the first crocus buds of the year, and although not snowdrops, I was immediately reminded of my poem as the feeling they envoked was just the same. Hope you enjoy a re-read.
As dark days of Winter begin to fade, and the face of hope is not far away, first signs of spring begin to show small white heads above the snow. Reminding the heart that dark times fade and sadness for laughter we can trade, as nature performs her wonderful thing, the changing of seasons from Winter to Spring. By Alison Fielding.
Through rose tinted glasses. 
I spotted snowdrops a couple of days ago in the garden outside and out and about while walking. But I have a feeling they have been out a bit longer than that.
I have not observed any crocuses. But I have not walked through the park in the last couple of weeks. So if any has popped out, then there is where I usually see them. I am going to have to walk through there tomorrow and take a look.
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Yes a good idea. It will certainly lift your spirits if you see some x
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No crocuses showing yet in the park, when I took a look this morning. But I did see daffodils. 🙂
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Daffodils are lovely too! Im sure the crocusses will be poking through soon.
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Yes, I love daffodils. So it was lovely to see.
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Thats a lovely poem. I think you should pursue poetry. Isn’t it lovely that spring is upon us and soon endless summer days. Hope all is well and your enjoying country life as much as I am. X
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Thankyou. I havent written any bew ones recently but will have to make some time. They usually pop into my head when i least expect it and i have to write them down quick.
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It is a long-anticipated and exciting time of year!
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Its amazing how every year we get those same feelings when catching sight of something beautiful just when we need it.
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Nice poem!
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Thankyou Joni x
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Very beautiful.
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With the rain pitter-pattering on my windowpane again this is a lovely, cheering poem. Thank you! 🙂
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Ah thanks Peter. We all need something to cheer us up as the rain keeps coming. We have a stream just nearby and its beginning to look more like a river and getting louder. Luckily it doesnt seem to reach the house.
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This is lovely Alison. And I do a lot of gardening by torchlight in the winter as I’m rarely home in daylight!
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I wrote it a few years ago but it always ‘springs’ to mind at this time of year.
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I love your poem. Glad you posted it again.
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Thankyou😊
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How you doing? Couldn’t see any new posts. Are you able to go walking or are there limits on accessing the footpaths? X
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Hi hiw funny, I was planning on catching up on your blog today. 😊 there are new posts on my blog. My partner has had a broken ankle so life has been difficult. Also my son wasnt coping so he is here too. Thankful to be in plenty of fresh air but walks are slow😔.
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Walkers are generally limited to locals getting their daily exercise. The general public are not welcome in the peaks at the moment.
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