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....into a frosty world she is born, pure and delicate her head nods gently in the breeze, that silver morn doth bring. Meekest of all flowers, she proudly stands, bringing joy to the hearts of man, who glimpses her in woody bowers. Her petalled bell holds hope, sweetness fills her stem, and in her frostiness she keeps her yearly promise - The longed-for warmth of yet another Spring. (poem by Philippa Lane) ...and photograph taken last Saturday