In the midst of death, there is new life. After Geoff's funeral hanging over us for a while, it is particularly joyous to see the new life appearing in the garden. For a while a lone golden crocus has appeared in our herb garden. Now, with the arrival of a few mild days, a few other golden heads have appeared. Just to one side, half-hidden under the lavender, is a deep purple flower. I am particularly pleased to see the crocuses as I planted the bulbs only last autumn, so this is their first showing.
I have to admit too I'm hoping they're a sign of the worst of winter being over. But I wouldn't guarantee that. The drifts of snowdrops on the way to Lancaster, our usual harbinger of spring, got lost in the snow & frost this year. Even the lambs, the few earlies that have been born, are being kept inside still, waiting for the warmer weather. Admittedly most lambs around here are not born until nearer March - being so far north they tend to be born a bit later than those further south. I always reckon, when the lambing is just about over in "The Archers" (BBC Radio4), then the fields around us start to fill with young lambs gambolling around their mums.
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