It’s difficult to think of spring with the wind howling down the hillsides and small, dry snowflakes falling from a sludgy sky most persisitently. Still, here and there, there are green shoots and heartening spots of colour. I’ve been walking past daffodils, snowdrops and crocuses for a week or two now and certain trees and shrubs have that tell-tale swelling at the end of their stems: inside them, wrapped up tightly, is a leaf or petal.
The presence of early spring bulbs brings to mind a former editor who insisted upon all her garden photographers coming back from shoots with muddy knees and elbows – she was quite allergic to receiving envelopes stuffed with trannies uniformly taken from chest height. This presented challenges. I was learning at the time and eager to please, so I soon knew to wear longer length t-shirts with low-rise jeans if I was going to be out and about, particularly if the location was somewhere rather smart, as it often was.
Knees-and-elbows was a great lesson to learn, however, and I think it’s a lesson for life, too. Isn’t it amazing how different things seem, usually for the better, with a change of perspective.
Here, crocuses from Kew.