The snowdrops are now all beginning to fade, they have lost their lustrous whiteness and ,dare I say it ,are taking on a delicate shade of grey . Gradually they will disappear from view as silently as they came , to recoup and rejuvenate for another year .Now our banks and hedgerows are abundant with daffodils and primroses . The daffodils are a most feminine flower ;their delicate trumpets with crinoline edges and bright curling petals gather in gossiping clusters like mothers meeting at the school gate.They nod and smile whilst their exuberant youngsters , the primroses, jostle and shove each other like so many naughty children, for the best spot on the sunny bank .
Every year it amazes me ,one day there are just the odd specks of yellow and then the next day it is as if someone has ladled great dollops of custard onto the banks . When you see the mass of tiny yellow flowers you just have to smile .Even on the greyest day for the next few weeks it will be as if the sun is shining - daffodils and primroses the combination sent by nature to awaken us from the winter months .In a very little time I shall see the first house martins arrive and then I know that the sun will feel that little bit warmer and optimism returns.