I should have been doing lots of work in the house today but I played instead! First I did a bit of family history research, then I did actually start moving the books out of my bookcase in the bedroom so I can move it – just didn’t keep at it! I came back to the computer and decided to do something about scrapbooking some of my snowdrop pictures from Saturday’s visit to Kailzie, so that’s what I’ve uploaded today.
I also found a poem. Enjoy!
Talk again soon.
The snowdrop
Three softly curved white sepals veined with light,
Three green-lined petals, guarding frugal gold,
And all so strong to fold or to unfold!
Snow thunders from the bending pines. How slight
This frail, sheathed stem! Yet all unbent it springs,
So swift in stoopings and recoverings.
In the pale sunshine, with frail wings unfurled,
Comes to the bending snowdrop the first bee.
She gives her winter honey prudently;
And faint with travel in a bitter world,
The bee makes music, tentative and low,
And spring awakes and laughs across the snow.
Mary Webb
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