A big, springy hello from the Sibsey & Skellingthorpe Group
We are excited to be getting going again, covid allowing. A few of us will be back in the woods this April – socially distanced of course – and a little recce this weekend saw Old Wood, Skellingthorpe, looking divine with a carpet of wood anemones, primroses, celandines, violets, dog’s mercury, horse hoof fungi and a purple thing we don’t know the name of (please shout if you can tell us). See a few snapshots below and, as we move into April, a little bit of everlasting springspiration from the wonderful John Clare.
Happy Easter everyone,
Jules and Toby, Sibsey & Old Wood Group Leaders
The wood anemone through dead oak leaves
And in the thickest woods now blooms anew,
And where the green briar and the bramble weaves
Thick clumps o’green, anemones thicker grew,
And weeping flowers in thousands pearled in dew
People the woods and brakes, hid hollows there,
White, yellow and purple-hued the wide wood through.
What pretty drooping weeping flowers they are:
The clipt-frilled leaves, the slender stalk they bear
On which the drooping flower hangs weeping dew,
How beautiful through April time and May
The woods look, filled with wild anemone;
And every little spinney now looks gay
With flowers mid brushwood and the huge oak tree.
John Clare (1793-1864)