Snowdrops on Pedals?
… and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with string…
Arghhh! I completely and utterly detest that song. It rates as one of the most irritating ever written, along with Karma Chameleon, or pretty much anything really, by Boy George. ‘T is worse since some bright spark has awakened the sleeping dog by deciding to start screening a Skoda TV advert (commercial, for Amerispeakers) accompanied by Julie Andrews herself singing the blasted thing. Why oh why, then, did I have to think of a post title that reminded me of it? I know the quote isn’t perfect but it’s close enough to get the darn thing stuck in my head, incessantly going round and round.
Round, like a circle in a spiral,
like a wheel within a wheel,
Never ending or beginning …
Oh good grief, there’s another one. Help!
So, what actually happened here was that my mother had told us of a wood, carpeted in snowdrops, which was quite close to where we live. The sun was shining brilliantly yet again so we decided to drag our cameras out and go and check it out to see if we could pull off a white version of the good ol’ traditional “carpet of bluebells” shot. Unfortunately calm and soothing pastoral photographs were somewhat off the menu on the day because, as it turned out, the wood was
- disturbingly inaccessible to Joe Public, and
- littered with dead and decaying tree branches (in addition to the advertised snowdrops).
This went on after we had cycled into town and dropped Carol’s bike off to have a smart new set of pedals fitted ready for the coming season of puffing and panting on two wheels, the old ones having begun to shed their paint and begun looking decidedly shabby.
What better way of passing the middle of yet another gloriously sunny day? Well, we could have gone for a walk in the sun, I suppose.
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worries on the doorstep
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street