winter aconites

I was woken up last night by the sound of a thundering noise, and the crash of something.  It was just heavy rain beating against the window, a warning by Storm Ciaro that it is on its way.  But two days of sunny calm weather tells me that spring is waiting somewhere.

For a start, look at the exclamation mark after eggs, someone is happy that his hens are laying already...

Lucy and I went for walk to see the snowdrops that appear all along the grass verge this time of year.

Here, below, they have probably been planted by the chapel house owners over the road. What is noticeable though on this piece of land is the moss (in flower), is there something that stops the water flowing away, which gives a boggy ground? Here grows wild cherry trees, except the cherries may not be wild but planted a long time ago.

Snowdrops spread quite easily, it is only the starting of them that a problem may be encountered, plant in the green, is the wisdom on this.

Our river running low at the moment, but after the storm??? it can rise from a couple of feet to thirteen feet easily as the water comes down from the moors.

This bank has snowdrops and winter aconites, their bright button yellow faces competing with the sun.  They like damp, and when the willows come into leaf their bulbs are protected underneath in the damp soil.

Lucy who has just knocked me down as I crouched to get a photo.