Tuesday, 15 February 2011

the tale of the grumpy snowdrop

I've never been the biggest fan of winter.  In June, when the summer solstice hits, the phrase 'well, the nights are fair drawing in the noo' jumps to my lips and a little slough of despond enters my soul.  When winter does actually hit, I get the logs piled high by the fireplace, put fairy lights up to cheer... and spend post-Christmas searching desperately for the first sign of snowdrops: gentle heralds of spring and light and warmth to follow - that all is not given over to the darkness.  Which is possibly why a story in the news today quite tickled: grumpy snowdrops.  Love it.  And I learnt a new word as well: 'galanthophiles' - lovers of snowdrops.
Now all I want to do is set up a thought bubble above this pic of said grumpy snowdrop and imagine what is making it quite so grumpy.  :D

And now, back to writing a lecture on discipline!

2 comments:

spotthegerbil said...

I would have appreciated a bit less winter. A crispp white snow for a day or so, a couple of days of slush, then back to normal. I like the dark nights - I was a vampire in a past unlife.

But in the winter you just have to try to make the best of things...
http://wins.failblog.org/2011/02/14/epic-win-photos-winter-hot-tub-win/

And beware the yellow snow...
http://wins.failblog.org/2011/02/14/epic-win-photos-snowdog-win/

Freda said...

Is it, isn't it? Spring, I mean......