Tuesday, 1 March 2011
Come and get me!
The first day of March and here in North Yorkshire March has certainly come in like a lamb; wall-wall sunshine, only a slight breeze and a slight nip in the air and actually quite warm in the sun. After days of grey cold it is such a treat and we have been for an hour's walk around the fields. The beck is full to overflowing and the mud is still bad everywhere - but the sun more than makes up for it.
The first celandine - a miniature sun in itself - is out in the hedge row. There is only one that I can see and it is a bit moth-eaten but it is my first celandine and I love it. In the front garden the brave pulmonaria -"soldiers and sailors" is just coming into bloom with its mixture of pink and blue flowers. Later on in the year when the leaves are big and develop mould it is a real nuisance but for now it is a pleasure to see the perky little clumps popping up all over.
But it is the crocus that holds centre stage this week. Today the sun is shining on the mauve ones and the golden ones and they have opened out, sticking out their stamens and shouting "come and get me" to any passing bee. They are blatantly sexy and gorgeous with it. And if that pansy is not advertising its sexiness with that little orange tongue then I don't know what is.
Round the back of the house, in my little North facing yard the crocus are much more reserved. They are up and they are out but as the sun doesn't get round there they are just quietly blooming. Some are pale mauve with a purple stripe and others are a shiny purple that reminds me of the shiny purple humbugs we used to suck as children.
Oh isn't it good to be alive on such a day. I hope it is the same kind of weather where you live.