Still, despite Storm Caira and a fair old dousing of rain we have many shooting hints of the colour to come. Primulas and primroses, hellebores and budding roses, the signs are all there. Buds and breaking bulbs. Magnolias are nearly out, the daffs already showing alongside the crocus and snowdrops. It makes you wonder…
Or maybe it drives you to poetry…
I dug out a scarf this weekend to fend off the cold,
Zebra striped and smelling of history,
Almost made redundant by melting ice caps and plastic gyres.
February left in a sulk some years ago
Taking Frosty and Snowball on an endless vacation,
Saying you’ll miss me.
I don’t remember trying to stop him. I
Liked the newly coloured garden.
I still called the daffs and tulips ‘early’
But now I wonder if they understand time any more.
They just come when they want and sometimes don’t go,
Like Uncle Thingy at New Year drinks
Who sat on the carpet and moaned about the future.
If the clematis and roses don’t ever stop, there’s
No past and no future,
Just a continuous now.
No seasons to enjoy, no future to moan about.
If we can’t see the end and don’t know the beginning, how can we know
Where we are?
Endless, we just let them slip away, lost in repetition,
Same old same new.
Maybe Uncle Thingy was a sage, not the bane that mum called him.
I wrapped the scarf twice round my neck to keep the wind off. Small pleasures
Taken while I remember how.
What do you think Dog?
TanGental 
That’s your *February* garden?!?!? 😮
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I know. Madness
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Looks like spring is a happening thing.
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CertInly winter has gone mossing
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Be careful it just may come back.
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Mossing… did I write mossing? I need to define myself more carefully or I may have to make a come back
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Hahahaha. I thught mossing was perfect.
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Well, as my husband said, It’s no so much Climate Change as Seasons Change. We’re getting March winds and April showers in February. Plus all the flowers coming out.
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Yes where have all the seasons gone!
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Progressing splendidly. Good luck with Dennis
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I rather fear it might float away!
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Some beautiful early blossoms, His Geoffleship!
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It’s been pretty fabulous this year.
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We took.a walk to the school allotment area today and the wildflowers were gorgeous!
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And now rain and wind. What weather!
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I know! Thank goodness it’s half term!!!
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Unbelievable, Geoff! Beautiful yet scary!
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That’s true
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Looks lovely Geoff and much further along than we are.. I am surprised half our bulbs are not waterlogged after the amount of rain we have had.
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We’ve had a fair bit and more tonight and tomorrow.
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Garden, Dog, your poetry = perfect post 💜
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Three trumps!
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Yes indeed 💜
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This really is rather an interesting poem, Geoff. Food for thought. The garden pictures are terrific.
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ThanksRobbie it’s a theme that keeps coming back to me
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Your yard seems to be filled with a color unfamiliar to me. I think it is called “green.’ I am not certain since it is so long since I have had the chance to use the word.
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Is yours a variety of whites or browns or both?
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Right now solid brown without a flake of white. A very strange winter which is getting on everyone’s nerves.
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👏👏 Not bad. The flowers are lovely, too!
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High praise, the flowers are very pleased.
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A very apt poem Geoff. Where have all the seasons gone? Far, far away…
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Sadly it seems so… did Dennis cause you many horrors?
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Thankfully, it caused little damage around here, but it sounded pretty awful. Glad it has gone.
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So beautiful, Geoff. Keep those garden photo posts coming!
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Well this was fun! Here on my side of this early spring, there is something in the virtual air of the internet that is cloudy and damp and unwilling to just wake fully up. All these great photos caused the local L4 and L5 of the internet backbone to sag, laboring under the load so to speak, producing an on-screen effect that was delightful, if slow. All these treasures, slowly revealing themselves, not likely as intended, but delightful nonetheless.
And then, there was dog. Is it just me or does he frequently have a patented suspicious expression – where he is almost always wondering what you’re up to now?
Good dog!
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You’re absolutely on it with Dog. He simply doesn’t trust me not to let him down. Thanks Gary
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Nice work. I enjoyed reading it. If you want to read some nature dedicated poems, check out my blog- http://bloomingthoughts.home.blog
And keep up the good work
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