151. Bramshaw

first snowdrops

first snowdrops

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they
But hardier far, once more I see thee bend
Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend,
Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,
Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay
The rising sun, and on the plains descend;
Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend
Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May
Shall soon behold this border thickly set
With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing 10
On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers;
Nor will I then thy modest grace forget,
Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring,
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!
— William Wordsworth
snowdrops 

snowdrops 

SNOWDROPPPPPPPPS!  Like little white flags of Winter surrender they stand and for many signal the near awakening of Spring. I flipping love them, they bring that optimism of all the lovely spring blooms to come.

wet snowdrops

wet snowdrops

I should know what this next tree is, but I don't, but I will bet a fiver that one of you do - do let me know!

Every time  I see a corkscrew willow branch I can't help but think of Harry Potter and wands. All photos today are form Grandad's garden by the way - and you just know it took a lot of will power not to nab a few branches from this to bring home and hang little goodies on.

Twisted Willow

Twisted Willow

Following the snowdrops lead, pinks are appearing...

pinks in winter

pinks in winter

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I'm beginning to get that 'Spring's coming' excitable twitch, come on colours - we're waiting for you!

Thanks to all who joined in last week, some faves include: A stroll through Vizcaya Gardens with Claudia, Elizabeth's unruly garden, beautiful Winter light captured by Doris and finally *sniggers* kissing and tits from Kriss and Sam.