But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
American Pie (1971)
It was a cold misty afternoon on a cliff on the Suffolk Coast AONB (Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty) looking towards one of the many Martello Towers that remain on our coast, guarding against Napoleon. Some of them have been converted to residential use, and may have their newspapers delivered.
Already the Snowdrop dares appear,
The first pale blossom of th' unripen'd year;
As Flora's breath, by some transforming power,
Had chang'd an icicle into a flower,
Its name and hue the scentless plant retains
And winter lingers in its icy veins
Anna Laetitia Barbauld,(1743-1825)
Two sorts of snowdrop in the close of St Alban's Cathedral at near sunset, but just enough light.
Photographs E Weatherwax February 2017