Snowdrops. The Harbingers of Spring.

Posted on 26/02/2017 By

Snowdrops at Cherington Lake.




Deep, sleeps the Winter,
Cold, wet and grey;
Surely all the world is dead;
Spring is far away.

Wait! the world shall waken;
It is not dead, for lo,
The Fair Maids of  February
Stand in the snow!

Snowdrops at Cherington Lake.

Snowdrops were Diddley’s favourite flowers. She longed for spring to overtake the gloom of winter, seeing them as her salvation. Growing up in a part of Gloucestershire famous for these beautiful flowers. Seen wild en masse, or cultivars in famous gardens. Each year she and Bobby would come back to the Cotswolds to see them, or venture to nearer snowdrop gardens in the southeast. In all those places there is nothing to rival Cherington Lake. Not far from Stroud. Where you heard of her drinking Glenffiddich with an ageing poet in past blogs. Together with the nearby graveyard of St Andrew Miserden where Frank is buried in a churchyard of snowdrops in the most beautiful setting imaginable. Once again this is not sad, but a glorious celebration of the inevitability of spring.

Cherington Lake

Snowdrops. Cherington Lake.

Snowdrops. Carpet of snowdrops at Cherington Lake.Snowdrops: Cherington Lake.Lighting a Candle for Diddley and Frank … St Andrews Miserden.

Snowdrops: St Andrew's, Miserden.Snowdrops: Lighting a Candle to Diddley at Cherington Lake

Snowdrops: Lighting a Candle to Frank Mansell.

Snowdrops amongst the grave stones, St Andrew's, Miserden.

Snowdrops: Signing the visitor book at Miserden. Something I only discovered this week.

The last time we saw Frank”s grave was the 20th February 2009. I had no idea she had written in the visitor’s book. And her pen seems to have run out in the middle!

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  1. kate says:

    I love snowdrops too… I saw my first ones in Nunhead Cemetery last weekend. Thanks for a beautiful post.

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