Sunday, February 19, 2012

Another February, Another Snowdrop . . .

Oh, la, it is that time of year again!  The snowdrops are peeping out of the ground at Darlington!


Their appearance is such a favorite seasonal marker for both Boy and me.  We are excited with joy and anticipation.

The bulbs have awakened, right on schedule.  

Photograph (taken not fifteen minutes ago) by Boy Fenwick

16 comments:

  1. According to Nanki-poo:

    The flowers that bloom in the spring,
    Tra la,
    Breathe promise of merry sunshine
    As we merrily dance and we sing,
    Tra la,
    We welcome the hope that they bring,
    Tra la,
    Of a summer of roses and wine,
    Of a summer of roses and wine.
    And that's what we mean when we say that a thing
    Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring.
    Tra la la la la,
    Tra la la la la,
    The flowers that bloom in the spring.

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  2. The early varieties of daffodils are in bloom here, along with some flowering trees such as Star Magnolias. We've had a mild winter; I'm afraid that will mean a lot of Mosquitos this summer, however.

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  3. What a lovely picture, Reggie. I too become very excited when I spot the first snowdrop. It won't be too long now!

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  4. The early bulbs are so exciting! Lucky you to have snowdrops. My efforts with them have not been rewarded. My daffodils on the other hand are sensational! Please drop by & see them.

    Happy spring!

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  5. Sweet snow drops...we haven't had the pure joy iof seeing them yet, but there *is* a large and lovely clump of daffodils that have showed up early to the spring party...and we are very happy they did!
    xo J~

    (Loved your take on the SB - all true! Very much looking forwrd to Downton tonight...a true pleasure, despite the spiral into soapland!)

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  6. There is a special delicacy in the earliest flowers, as evidenced by your snowdrops.

    I am now looking forward to Taiwan's Yang Ming Mountain spring flower festival that will begin soon, when everyone takes a trip to the national park to view the blossoms.
    --Road to Parnassus

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  7. I saw loads of them today, but it's toooo early!

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  8. The Snowdrops are also starting to bloom, here in the Loudonville / Albany, NY area. Today I cut back the dead leaves of the Hellebore, and started neatening up the Raspberry patch. The Day was so nice! And to top it off, a flock of Robbins was on the front lawn this morning. Happy Spring Everyone, no matter what that darn Woodchuck says ;-}

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  9. such beautiful photo by Boy dahhling.. you must post an update one when in full bloom no?

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  10. My daughter helped with great gusto to plant 150 "galanthus" and they are making us so happy as they perk up out of the ground.
    pve

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  11. Snowdrops ... Perfection. Wonderful picture by Boy.
    BarbaraG

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  12. Dear RD: I spotted my first-of-the-season clutch of snowdrops yesterday out here on the Niagara Frontier. Harbinger of Spring or crafty distraction just before Winter's last sucker punch? We've had snow out here as late as mid-April. Thanks for the nice post. Your Brother, FD

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  13. So pretty. The daffodils, camelias and cherry trees are blooming at Poplar Grove. It's hard to believe that soon everything will be green again, the pool garden fountains will be flowing and we'll be floating around the pool drinking sangria and complaining about the heat!

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  14. Oh dear I snapped my snowdrops last week, my pic really pales when compared to this beauty.

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  15. I had just read your 2011 essay, "The Language of One's Class," when I happened upon this piece, which begins with the wonderfully Elizabethan exclamation, "Oh, la." In my native West Virginia, "la" was still used by old people when I was a child in the 1970s and 80s, although I thought it was spelled law until I read "Tom Jones" (published 1749), in which Squire Western's sister addresses him with a "La, brother!" My mountain home was a storehouse of leftovers brought over by the "working class" colonists who left the less prosperous parts of the British Isles in the 18th century. Their language betrayed their station then, and, two centuries later, was as much a marker of lack of education and opportunity as it was an indicator of what a quaintly isolated language group was to be found there. La, indeed!

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