It is the first mild day of March
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings fron the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
There is a blessing in the air
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees and mountains bare
And grass in the green field.
That was Wordsworth. I did see a robin today (March 26th), as I went up through the wood. The trees are all still bare except at the bottom, near the forest floor, where the leaves are starting. The snowdrops have finished. In the garden there are celandines and violets and lily of the valley just beginning, in little green scrolls. In the woods, the purple and white corydalis is in flower. Corydalis cava. This is the start of things. We can come out of hibernation now.
Corydalis cava. Odvas keltike. Most virágzik, lila és fehér egyaránt.