Winter
I have always loved Spring and here we are in February. There are tiny signs of spring. In the bottom of the hedges along the lanes snowdrops are showing. Last week we visited a churchyard at Llantysilio, about half an hour from here, which is famous for its snowdrops. We went on a Sunday afternoon, thinking the church would not be in use then, but as we wandered among the gravestones we could hear the sounds of singing and an organ playing. Under the lych gate at the entrance to the churchyard was a notice indicating the there was a service that day to bless the snowdrops. It was a strange idea, almost pagan. I am not aware of any Christian significance in snowdrops other than perhaps that they could be said to be an indication of new life to come. Because I love spring so much and have never been keen on February I am making a particular effort right now not to wish the days away. I used to do this a lot, longing for sunshine and longer ...