Tomorrow is Imbolc. The first day of Spring, in the old Pagan tradition. If I am outside at dawn ( not difficult at the moment, as it is about 7.40 am), the birds are singing lustily, and flirting and chasing. It is easy to believe in spring, even though the weather is so cold. The snowdrops are flowering, and the daffodils are six-inch spears of green. Traditionally, a small posy of snowdrops is brought into the kitchen, on the morning of the second of February, to greet the spring. Incidentally, Honey bees love snowdrops as much as we do. So, another reason to plant them. Sunday 1 February 2009
Imbolc
Tomorrow is Imbolc. The first day of Spring, in the old Pagan tradition. If I am outside at dawn ( not difficult at the moment, as it is about 7.40 am), the birds are singing lustily, and flirting and chasing. It is easy to believe in spring, even though the weather is so cold. The snowdrops are flowering, and the daffodils are six-inch spears of green. Traditionally, a small posy of snowdrops is brought into the kitchen, on the morning of the second of February, to greet the spring. Incidentally, Honey bees love snowdrops as much as we do. So, another reason to plant them. 
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