The snowdrop bulbs at the bottom of the garden are starting to show white tips, and today I found catkins when out walking the dog so it we can all start to look forward to lighter and warmer days – well, eventually!
Catkins always remind me of a set of 1950s placemats that my Mum used to have (she probably still does have them squirreled away somewhere) They were pictures of seasonal flower arrangements – one of the new hobbies for housewives of the time – and one of them was a vase of catkins, pussy willow, winter jasmine or possibly narcissus. In these days of forced and imported flowers you forget what it was like to make do with what was available locally. I can remember going out and gathering branches of catkins and willow with my Dad and taking them round to various Great Aunts in order to provide a hint of Spring.
It will be Imbolc next week so soon it will be snowdrops and lambs!