Impression of Crocuses

I felt well enough today for a short trip to the gardens at Felbrigg. Nothing much doing yet apart from the crocuses which had a lot of attention from bees, but it was lovely to get out of the house and get some fresh air, if only for less than an hour. Off to see John Sergeant at the theatre tonight - fingers crossed I don't get a coughing fit!!!

And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.

Oscar Wilde