Having missed my morning walk the past couple of days due to work and private commitments I was pleased to see this morning was dry and sunny albeit frosty. I actually like frosty mornings, the air always seems so clear and clean. It was one of those wonderful mornings when the ice crystals were caught in sunlight as it streamed through the trees giving a totally magical effect. I trundled off down the lane, despite the miserable weather we have had the buds are showing themselves resilient as they start to clothe the hedgerows, primroses and daffodils are giving splashes of yellow here and there and the blackthorn has blossom (very important for those of us who make sloe gin). I decided to take a little wander into the grounds of the golf course. To my utter delight I found a huge patch of blue violets, there little blue jewel flowers brightening up a dark corner, there leaves edged frost diamonds. I adore these little gems. I remember when I was a child there was a huge patch growing wild at the edge of a spinney on a neighbours land just the other side of the brook that acted as a boundary between our properties, of course no brook (or hedge) acts as a boundary to children. One day I came home and found the trees in little spinney had been grubbed up alongside all the other vegetation. The farmer had decided to incorporate the land into the adjoining field. I was devastated and cried over the loss of those violets. Of course as children we don’t understand that changes must occur, things and people come in and out of our life. That is the rhythm of this world. Anyway, today I had the delight of these tiny weeny little flowers that I find such joy givers.