Marching Further Onwards Into March

My previous March post about walking through the mud and cold of March reminded me of a poem of mine. I therefore thought I'd share a recording of me reading it for the Poetry Archive.  This blog is supposed to be a photographic experiment with words, and you've had some March photographs, so now it's the turn of the words.

Walking This Footpath in a High Wind by J.S. Watts

Marching Through March

So I thought the March post should be about daffodils.  I always photograph daffodils in March. Just check back on any of the previous March posts to see for yourself. Also, back in March 2020 I began my sequence of daily walks and daily photographs to accompany lockdown. So, yes, I thought, I should go for a walk to photograph the daffodils.

I pulled on my anorak and welly boots and bravely marched into the March sunshine to capture some daffs, except the sun had gone in and the wind had come up and it was bitterly cold and very muddy.

Also, I began my photo sequence in March 2020 at the end of the month, not the beginning. Whilst some of the local wild daffodils are blooming at the moment, many others have yet to do so. There are therefore fewer daffodils in this post than I was anticipating, but there are some other spring blooms, plus a couple of pheasants and, oh yes, lots of South Cambridgeshire mud.

Focusing on the positive, however, you can't feel how very, very cold it was from the photographs. Be grateful.