I ventured further  for  a stroll around the local woods with a friend and although it is too early for the annual array of blue bells there was an abundance of welcoming daffodils in many of the front gardens guiding our route to the woods. 

The splashes of colour are a sure signal of hope that warmer weather is on its way.  ​​

Week 29


Daffodil flower facts: Daffodils were brought to Britain by the Romans who thought that the sap from Daffodils had healing powers. Actually the sap contains crystals that can irritate the skin.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden Daffodils;
Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

I also discovered a  smattering of grape hyacinths hiding in the undergrowth.

There is something especially uplifting  about spring flowers tentatively signalling the end of the dark winter months. They have inspired many creations including Wordsworth's best know poem 'I wandered lonely as a cloud' in which he highlights that the simple pleasures of observing the beauties of nature can have a profound and uplifting effect on your mood. Finding those first flowers of spring in my garden certainly worked for me too.

The spring flowers have given me the boost I needed to organise myself and get the family packed for our exciting  trip to India. 

This week I have been laid a bit low with a bad cold. It wasn't bad enough for a poor me 'Flu' blog but my F word inspiration was suffering alongside my congested sinuses.  I did not need to get too concerned about the F word of the week and  did not have to look too far for inspiration.

The garden was battered by the wet, windy weather of storm Imogen but the calm after the storm brought some lovely warming rays of sun  and the first signs of the spring flowers.

On a little post-cold stroll around my garden I discovered the contrasting bright yellow and deep purple crocuses just peeping though the grass, dainty snowdrops scattered throughout my lawn and colourful primroses decorating the most unlikely gravelly parts of my driveway.

The clear blue skies, warmth of the sun and the delicate spring flowers bravely pushing through the frost fortunately  lifted my mood and are aiding my recovery.