These cheeky wee things, springing up from the earth on a swathe of grass nearby my home, had me wondering what the collective noun for crocuses was. And did it matter? Confident in their perfection, they are beyond such silliness that our species dwells on. Crocuses in spring
Lumen ad revelationem gentium -- a light to lighten the darkness -- an ancient quarter day in Scotland, marking the promise of Spring, symbolised by these tiny rays of joy known also by their old name of Candlemas Bells. How lovely to see their delicate wee shapes grace our earth once more. (Photo courtesy of… Continue reading Candlemas
This cute chappie, whom we have christened Fat Boab (friend of Soapy Souter known to all Scots of my generation), has been resident in our garden for over a year. He's just heartbeat and feathers and he delights us every day. For a wee puckle of oats and linseeds he'll give us his best tunes.… Continue reading Bundle of Joy
... needs no more words.
In Scotland we may have entered a new phase of strict lock-down, but no-one has told the plants. It is but January yet wee determined buds are appearing, unstoppable in their following of a different law. And my heart rejoices at their return.
Anne M Scriven 