One of my lovely choir friends sent this photo of a carpet of snowdrops knowing that it would lift my spirits. His cousin took the picture in Welford Park near Newbury this morning. How absolutely beautiful they are.
They reminded me of a Mary Webb poem, “Snowdrop Time”
Ah, hush! Tread softly through the time,
For there will be a blackbird singing, or a thrush.
Like coloured beads the elm buds flush:
All the trees dream of leaves and flowers and light.
And see! The northern bank is much more white
Than frosty grass, for now is snowdrop time.