The ancient Celtic festival of Imbolc falls on 1-2 February. So useful a celebration was it that, as it so often did, the early Christian church pinched it and called it Candlemas. Brigid's Day became St Bridget's Day. It isn't a time with any religious or spiritual meaning for me but who can fail to enjoy the day that falls between the winter solstice and the vernal equinox. It really does feel as if the earth is turning towards the sun. Today the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the early spring flowers are doing their bit. Snowdrops are associated with Imbolc - white and silver for purity, green for the fresh burst of life. This little clump is in the garden - one of many. Snowdrops like my garden which is pleasing.
Out for a good walk with the dogs this morning. Some family visitors to come this afternoon. Then much later on Cameraman returns from his brief sojourn down south. Hope the East Coast Line is operating smoothly.