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Double Snowdrops

Snowdrops are not innocent:

They fight for what they win.

Beauty’s what comes out:

Blind energy goes in.

J B Pick (1921-2015)

Double Snowdrops

Had a quick foray to the garden to see the Snowdrops grow – love their innocent beauty though they do indeed fight for  what they win

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February Sunset

As slowly light returns

pushing back the boundary

of darkness;

Winter yields to Spring,

As new greens rend the drabness.

Even in seeming chaos

Ordered growth encircles us

Bringing Hope, gentle Gladness


A constant, gentle drumming on the old slate roof as the grey clouds relinquish their burden of rain over the land. The ribbon of tarmac, a river of rain water rushing into culvert and burn. Yesterday’s frost long forgotten, golden sunsets consumed in greyness. Sea and sky meld into uniform colour, horizon barely visible, hiding the land beyond. But somewhere beyond the clouds the sun is still shining…

From the moss and litter of beech leaves Snowdrops spread in white drifts across the garden. Light in the darkness, brightness in the shadows. Life is filled with contrasts – health, ill-health, gladness, sadness, life or death. So much taken for granted until suddenly confronted by the enormity of a sudden change in circumstances. But on this journey I have discovered it is not a journey walked in solitude but accompanied by a great cloud of witnesses. I’m so grateful and humbled by messages of hope and prayer from all around the world and at home. Surrounded by such good friends and family and the assurance of a loving God who will never leave or abandon us. Tomorrow is another step into the unknown before more surgery. I believe You’re gonna be ok

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Snowdrop rivulet

Waiting your welcome return

to brighten winters 

sombre coldness 


First flowers

Swathes of white brightness,

spill across mossy bank

in puddled cheerfulness


Welcome Snowdrops

Gathering the slender stems,  

Snowdrops call out



Suddenly Snowdrops drift across the bank adding lightness and brightness to the grey dullness. Challenging the winter coldness, shaking off the chilly raindrops. Above, in the hawthorn branches, a chorus of birdsong rings out across the garden. February can be the cruelest month, raw damp, continual rain, pooled despondency. But Spring whispers “I am coming, erupting from the ground, colour will return in vibrant bulbs and breaking buds. Wait, be still and wait”


Be still and Wait


Snowdrops at homeThe stubbornness of Snowdrops

Asserting themselves

While winter lingers on the land


Spring cometh

“We may see on a spring day in one place more beauty in a wood than in any garden”

William Robinson

The Garden Beautiful 1907

Welcome snow!

A mild spring day; following the pheasant into the wood and stumbled upon a perfect clump of Snowdrops. Yellow archangel spilling down the hill beside the chattering burn, fattening buds on bush and tree… Could this be – Spring?

William Robinson encouraged the “wild gardening” movement in the late nineteenth and twentieth century around the time that the Art and Craft movement became popular. Rebelling against the Victorian garden style, he advocated the use of perennials, climbers, shrubs and ground cover. Way to go Mr Robinson!

Whatever your gardening style – enjoy the first signs of Spring (or autumn).

You can’t get too much winter in the winter

Robert Frost


Winters here are usually fairly benign. Midweek we were promised bitter winter snows; the snow came, the snow left, the bitter wind continued. Beneath the clouds, Arran blanketed in snow, sparkles in the early dawn before disappearing under the clouds.

Welcome snowdropsSnowdrops are spilling out over the garden as the daffodils push through the cold, hard earth. The girls have been busy, scratching in the leaf-litter under the trees and and tidying the “orchard”, cleaning up over-wintering bugs. With the lengthening days they are still busy until dusk. Recent gales and snow have disturbed their laying but four, warm brown eggs were gifted this morning.

NuthatchThe inclement weather has brought new visitors to the garden; usually I hear a new song before finding the owner. As Oscar and I watched the hungry birds; blackbirds eating an apple, a variety of tits and finches dropping feed for the dunnocks; there was something new. Black eye stripe, blue back, huge beak, hanging upside down on the feeder – a nuthatch! Suddenly I see him everywhere, under the beech trees foraging for beech nuts, flitting from the feeder to the cabbage palm and back again. I have never seen a nuthatch before today…

ReflectionBetween the showers and snow, wrapped up warmly, escorted by the chickens, we inspect the plants. Chooks looking hopefully as I empty my pockets; looking wisely as I check the fruit trees. Do you think they will remember how good the raspberries and strawberries tasted, or how to harvest the peas? You bet! There is nothing bird-brained about these ladies!

Whatever the weather – enjoy your day

After days of cold grey skies, torrential rains and storm force wind; the sun shines – hooray! Only drawback – it shines between the snow fall. As soon as their pen is opened the chickens normally make a bee-line to the back door but not today! Huddling beside the coop, they refused to budge even with a tasty crust to entice them. Oscar too, sits bemused at the kitchen door watching his world turn white. It is bitterly cold with the wind chill, the broad beans, planted in November, have curled up and died (should have used a cloche!) The field beans are doing well, though the Rye grass is rather woe-begone as chickens and pheasants graze the tender greens. First buds fattening on the twigs, Winter Honeysuckle (Lonerica fragrantissima) is about to break bud. Nestled in the Beech leaves, the snowdrops (Galanthus nivalis) begin to flower as the daffodils push up through the cold earth.

I long to be in the garden but the ground is so cold and wet.Today’s job is to tidy the study, order seeds and set aside time for research and study. Another flurry of snow, another streak of sun, sometimes it’s nice to sit a the window in the warm!