Sir Francis Darwin,
Springtime and Other Essays
“ In winter, too, we must be grateful to the ivy of the bare hedgerows shining in the sun, its leaves glistening like the simple jewels of a savage.With February, we are agreed that spring comes in, but it is a springtime that keeps something of p. 5the graveness of winter: though, when the silver sunshine begins to be decorated with the singing of birds, we must call it spring.In February, too, the roads are no longer edged with dead white grass, but show the fresh green of wayside plants—cow-weed, nettle, dock, and cleavers. ”
