Spring flowers - daffodils

Spring Flowers

“Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its’ own” .

The first Spring flowers, little snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils, rise up proudly to ring out the old and spring in the new.  These humble little flowers throw out splashes of much needed colour.  They carpet our woodlands, line our streets and gather underneath our trees, proudly heralding that Spring is finally here. We take comfort in the knowledge that the turning of the seasons is inevitable and that we have come out of our dark days and into the light. 

As the clocks go forward and our days became lighter and brighter, we instantly sense our mood being lifted.  We are boldly reminded of the beauty of Mother Nature and as our souls are soothed, we are filled with hope for the year ahead. This is a wonderful time of year to reflect on what we want to manifest. We need only plant our seeds and let them germinate, certain that we are moving forward into the beauty and abundance of nature, that begins with Spring.

“Nothing so beautiful as Spring, when weeds in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush.” 
Gerard Manley Hopkins

 Leaving our worries and concerns at the door and stepping out into the calm and healing element of Nature, we immediately feel more balanced. Giving thanks for and appreciating the beauty of the natural world around us, leaves us little time for negative thinking. When our minds are racing and the chatter is overwhelming, taking time out in Nature can give us a clearer perspective. Often a burning question that we cannot find a solution to, will suddenly dawn on us; simply because we’ve cleared our mind and given ourselves space to be open and receptive. This is a great time to concentrate on projects that uplift us and fill our souls with joy. Planting spring bulbs in a window box, awaiting with anticipation to see them blossom, is a simple delight.

Spring flowers -Celandine

Earliest Spring Flowers to bud

One of the earliest buds to spring forth into life, is the ‘lesser Celandine.’ It grew abundantly in The Lake District and was so admired by William Wordsworth that he wrote several poems to show his admiration. A member of the buttercup family, it was long thought they could help us predict the weather; Celandines close their petals before the rain. They were also famously mentioned as carpeting the forest in “The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe.”

“There is a flower, the lesser Celandine
That shrinks, like many more, from cold and rain
And, the first moment that the sun may shine,
Bright as the sun himself, ’tis out again!”

Poets have long written about their love of Nature and Alfred Lord Tennyson was amongst them. He put pen to paper to write about the ‘humble little flower.’

“Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower, but if I could understand what you are, root and all and all in all,
I should know what God and Man is.”

Spring Flowers - Snowdrops

One of the more local terms for the snowdrop, is ‘snow-piercer’.  Not only does it push its head out of the earth in freezing conditions to brighten up our gloomy February, but also provides an early feast for bees.  Another term associated with the snowdrop was ‘the fair maid of February, an old custom connected to the Feast of Purification of St. Mary. Maidens would be seen gathering up snowdrops, which they would wear, to signify their purity. It is also known as ‘milk flower,’ taken from the Greek name of ‘Galanthus.’

The beautiful yellow daffodils with its’ glorious orange trumpet, is one of our most beloved Spring flowers. With the clearance of many woodlands, wild daffodils had become almost extinct and are now protected by law.

One of the original names for daffodil, ‘asphodelus,’ was attributed to a plant that grew in the woodlands of The Underworld. 17th Century herbalist, Nicholas Culpepper, used it for healing, as the Daffodil bulb has narcotic properties.

It has now become a National Symbol for Wales and is often used as a symbol for many cancer charities.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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