The multitudinous snowdrops are sinking back into sleep now ready
for their summer rest. The crocuses are following close behind, while the daffodils,
primroses, celandines, and hyacinths are stepping forth to take their place.
The willows are heavy with catkins and the blackthorns are wearing their purist
white coats. Spring is here in the Shire and colour is increasingly in the ascendant.
Today we had cold rain and hail, and tonight is forecast to chill us with 2°C of frost. It all reminds me of another favourite line from Macbeth:
Away, and mock the time with fairest show
False face must hide what the false heart does know
(I always thought that catkins were seeds, but only today I discovered they're actually densely packed strands of tiny flowers. Still learning after all these years.)
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