Snowdrops in Winter
Jan 31 26
Blog by Lynne Pearl
A few eeks ago I wrote:
The land is asleep and so are the trees, branches against a still sky. It’s the cold at the end of the year and before the beginning. Like a never- ending story.
But this morning I found evidence that the land is waking up. As I walked out the train station and past an embankment that must get the early morning sun which was shining on it and I found a whole clump of snowdrops, white as white against the dark green foliage. Then there was another clump and on and on. Whatever the embankment had it was the ideal situation for snowdrops. My Mum always said they were tricky to grow. She had tried and tried and niver could get them going and yet here they are on basically a dump piece of ground and it suits them perfectly and they were big ones too, not small but large and hanging heads. And so many that I thought I could dig up a few if I just had a trowel with me. They’d never miss them. But I’d have to come with a pot or something. Do the snowdrops technically belong to the railway. I bet the land is part of the railway. Do they know they are providing shelter to apples and snowdrops and multiple other flowers that I have to look up now that I’ve found them.
Then I met a lovely lady in the quiet of the United church high church ceiling who had been making a lovely flower arrangement for everyone to look at. She’d lost her sons and her husband. I flet for her. What a thing it is, Spring is coming on and there are people with greif. I have to sit with her next time I come to drink tea at their coffee morning. We miss a lot if we don’t listen to the stories of our elderly. I always loved the stories that my grandmothers told. They were of another realm and we were lucky to access it and with that access we could access other realms and as we were open to the many realities we live in, solong as we can be with them, in them. We are just open to that beauty and the Spring beauty that is all around us at this time of year.
Heres a little bit of poetry for the coming Spring
MOOR JOURNEY, LAUGHING JUNE
It’s the day of the rabbit,
Which means
The light is gentle, the rain is soft,
The clouds are heaped obscuring harsh light,
The sky is the softest of greys
And the air slightly warm.
…and so on
Quoted from unpublished Manuscript of ‘Devon Love’
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