The sun is shining and the celandine are creating a yellow carpet in the fields around the cottage. Despite the recent snow, and the hailstones last night, this wee hardy flower keeps blooming – as Wordsworth said, “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!”


‘Tis Out Again