Today is Imbolc day, and so we left the house with a mission: to find signs of Spring.
Sure enough we found some, but also made me realize if we do decide to stay in Portugal or somewhere else, this might just be the last time we experience Spring this way! And of course, when you live in a place for ten years, raised a family and connected with the natural world in a deep way, there is something magical, definite and sad about it!
After the park we went to the shops, hail stones fell, my hands were freezing from being exposed to the elements, the wind was bitterly; and at that moment I didn’t feel that sad anymore… But that is Scotland.
First shoots of Daffodils
Daffodils and Jack-by-hedge
It always impresses me the way daffodils use their mighty strength lift the dead leaves to make it throw
Snow drops and I think ground elder
Wherever my daughter goes, she finds something wild to eat, and it was her who first spotted this first shoots of wild garlic; before we know it we’ll be eating wild garlic pesto!
Playing “don’t step on the snow drops”
Joining in the wonder!
I think this might be blue bells; the flowers come in around May but this is a spot where we’ve seen them in previous years