It amazes me that just as the snow begins to melt the snow drops are blooming right at the edge of the retreating drift outside the church door.
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Even though it is still very much winter, as if in response to our great longing for spring, the snow drops are pushing themselves through the retreating snow pack that has been outside the church door since just after Christmas.

I have settled into winter now, for the most part, though I admit that on a recent trip south I was more than a little thrilled to see camellias blooming.

Even the lenten roses are still under the snow in the parish garden, but, this morning, on the edge of the bed nearest the front door, there are snow drops as fresh and bright as new pennies.

To quote Mr. Hopkins, "nature is never spent; there lives the dearest freshness deep down things."

That sounds like snow drops to me.

Ah! Does my old heart good! Spring will come!

Here is the whole poem from Mr. Hopkins.
God’s Grandeur  (Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89) 
THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God. 
 It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;  
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed.
Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;        
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;  
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell:
the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. 
And for all this, nature is never spent;  
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;       
And though the last lights off the black West went  
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent  
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Best,
Father Farmer

 


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Yvette Le Tourneau
02/14/2011 00:19

Llewellyn often quotes this poem by Hopkins ... great souls in the senses delight!

Snowdrops are snowless here in California, but no less fresh or bright in their winter beauty ...

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