This tiny little narcissi (the photo doesn’t do its size justice, it’s literally two inches tall), has braved the snow and the gales to burst into life in a bare and stoney patch of dirt outside our house.
It reminded me of my favourite John Masefield poem, that has seen me through good times and bad times alike, so I thought I would share.
I have seen flowers come in stony places,
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust too.
Happy Sunday everyone xx