March 4, 2012 Leave a comment
By Rob Packer
Since I arrived back in Britain last weekend, the late winter English weather has either been sunshine and blue skies or woollen clouds that turn into a Turner sunset. That was until today when the weather started to resemble the Brazilian winter of last July (wet with absolutely no escape from the freezing cold).
Before the weather turned, though, I got out into the garden to take some photos of the crocuses, or to give them their Spanish name, azafranes de primavera, spring saffrons—more beautiful, more poetic, and more mellifluous than the frog-sounding crocus.
Cold and wet, it’s hard to believe and I have conveniently skipped the European winter, but the bright beauty of the early shoots of spring of the snowdrop and crocus is, for me, one of the most enduring visions of hope. Hope that winter will be over soon, that spring is on its way and that the summer will be warm.