Spring flowers

Don't you just love Daffodil time in England? I certainly do since I am one of the many people who think they suffer from S.A.D. during the horrid dark months. The mornings are getting lighter, which for somebody who leaves the house most mornings at around 6.15am is a blessing. I noticed the first CRACK of dawn this morning as I went out to the garage to put on a load of washing at 5.45am before I went out for a turbo session with friends. Later at around 8am, doing a little run along the sea front it was just heavenly to be out in the sunshine, even if part of the view down by the River Arun was of the council trucks and cranes starting to repair some of the damage caused by the winter storms.

Tête-à-Tête Daffodil 

The Tête-à-Tête miniature Daffodil

Tiny golden bell with a pretty yellow frill

Most sweet, my favourite spring flower

Product of a little sun and a cold March shower.

 

 

Red Camellia 

Peaking over the high garden wall

Showing no fear of winter yet unfinished

Surviving through to spring from fall

Her strength and beauty undiminished. 

Breaking buds like crimson velvet

Changing to wonderful deep pink flower

Above our wall showing a flashy pelmet

Glowing thru’ afternoon sunlight hours. 

Thank heaven for Mother Nature’s gift

Bursting forth despite the cold

That brings a smile and spirits lift

Born out of winter this colour bold.