Friday, 15 February 2008
Sprung
A squirrel digs up his winter store as I pass the church yard on my way to work. He was there yesterday, too, the same spot, deceived by the sunshine into waking early. Beside him, the desolate branches of a fallen tree shelter stealthily defiant snowdrops, chattering crowds of crocuses, and the odd brave daffodil; an entire Spring unfolds in one bright February morning.
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It seems that spring comes sooner to you than to me, and I'm completely jealous. No flower could make it's way through the snow here. We won't see a daffodil for another month.
Yeah, no flowers yet-and what a cute photo of the squirrell-but as I recall, the squirells in London looked different than they do here.
Also, I hate those little buggers anyway-they have a penchant to rip off the soffit on the eaves and entrench themselves up in there refusing to come out. They run around and make so much noise, like they are crazy.
It's early for daffodils but the right time for snowdrops and crocuses (croci to be anal). In English pagan mythology, snowdrops were associated with the goddess Bride, who was celebrated at 'Imbolc' which fell on the 1st oe 2nd Feb. As signs of the first stirrings of spring they were symbolic of increasing light / dawn / coming out of midwinter darkness etc.
I used to be a white witch. Now I like fast cars - what happened?!!
If your weather is even slightly like ours, snow will cover, even if for a short while, those crocuses, but they will have their day, they will have their day.
In many of the places I've lived, those viewing the squirrel would be planning how to shoot it.
Your take is preferable.
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