a perpetual astonishment.
every day is a day of discovery. Another
clump of snowdrops has erupted and the
daffodils and narcissus seem to bloom overnight.
It seems only fitting that the first few
daffodils to bloom along our path
should be on the grave of a poet ~
Charles Stansby Williams,
Inkling and poet.
Daffodils bloom on our back terrace
against the backdrop of New College.
spring occupy places in our hearts
well out of proportion to their size.
~Gertrude Smith Wister
|Early spring primroses grace the mantle of |
Jane Austen's home, Chawton, Hampshire.