or Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus, of course / wrth gwrs:
It’s a useful marker, 1st March.
Not only is it Dewi Sant, it also means that I can judge exactly, year on year, the progress of the weather – as far the daffodils have been affected, at least. A few years ago, for instance, my neighbour asked if she could have a couple of bunches for the church and I was able to give her four large armfuls, without any notable effect on what was left. This year, they’re late. There are going to be loads, but the majority are still only about six inches high and tightly in bud. In flower, as opposed to in bud, I have eight. Just eight.
But they are gorgeous,
And they smell wonderful…
So get out your leeks, stovepipe hats, harps and baby dragons (I can lend you those, they’re still living under my camellias and making occasional digging forays in the bottom garden), and have a good St David’s Day, wherever you are and whether you have any association with
Wales or not.
And greetings from Cardigan Bay:
looking out from just above Harlech, with the Llyn in the background. Thank heavens we’ve had some sun, even if it was yesterday evening and even if today is disappointingly grey… such a relief!