Snowdrop valley

It is half term and the kids were ready for it. In fact, Finch was ready for it last Tuesday when he fell asleep in his dinner at tea time. I am always amazed at the way little children can be in full action mode one minute, and dead to the world the next. Although, I say little children, my mother can give Finch a run for his money. She has been known to fall asleep sat bolt upright in the middle of a folk concert. On Saturday we headed up to Exmoor, to a hidden valley well-known for its abundance of snowdrops. We clambered down deep mossy paths to the valley where monks from Dunster abbey are said to have planted the snowdrops to celebrate Candlemas. Rivers of white droplets covered the ground. I have never seen so many in one place. High in the trees, over the sound of the rushing stream, the birds sang. We were lucky, a passing walker told us, we had caught them just right. He had been many a year only to be too early or to have missed the flowers altogether. As I scraped the ice away from the windscreen this morning, I paused and listened to the birds singing. The sun was just coming up over the roof tops and I smiled to myself at the remembrance of all those snowdrops glistening on the woodland floor.

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2 Responses to Snowdrop valley

  1. Evy Browning says:

    Snowdrops are so special, shall have to find some to plant in the garden. Haven’t seen a single one this year, must have been looking in the wrong places……. well, I haven’t really been looking if truth be told & just realised I’d not seen any. Have fun over half term – I was helping a little girl just learning to knit this morning – quite an adventure.

  2. Hannah says:

    Ahh lovely – knitting is so soothing. Although, I have to say, as much as I enjoy it, it comes out looking awful. I’m no good at tension!

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