St David's Day today, hence the daffodils.These are in a shaded part of my garden so not quite fully open, although fifteen years ago there wouldn't have even been green growth above the ground. How the weather has changed over the years. Gardeners know the world is heating up, plants are flowering so much earlier.
As a child, in Wales on St David's day, I went to school in the Welsh National dress with my tall black hat held on by the elastic under my chin and a daffodil pinned to my shawl.
Although, I was very aware that we didn't have a lot of money. I wore nice clothes, but many were second hand as my auntie's friend worked for a Dr and so I had clothes from his daughter. And one thing I hated I was always bought Birthday sandals, not Clarks. They lasted me two summers because the second year, I wore them with the toes cut out!! Our meals were supplemented with a lot of vegetables as we had an allotment until my grandfather died when I was 8. My auntie kept it going for a year or two after he died, just to harvest the veg, I think. I can remember being wheeled to it in the wheel barrow and sunny days playing in the dirt by the water butt, making mud pies. I doubt children have these experiences these days but I loved days on the allotment, especially with my grand dad. We had jam sandwiches and cold tea in jam jars midday. Such happy memories, years and years and years ago!
Any Welsh ladies reading this...... hapus dydd dewi sant!