No! Those Daffodils Need to Wait! (All Roads Don't Lead to Rome Either)

For all flesh is as grass, and all the glory of man as the flower of grass.  The grass withereth, and the flower thereof falleth away:  But the word of the Lord endureth for ever.  And this is the word which by the gospel is preached unto you.  1 Peter 1:24-25

The daffodils are looking like this almost everywhere we go now.  Their pretty little heads are getting ready to bloom.  They need to wait until our family members get here the first week in April!  We want them to see the beautiful daffodils that will be everywhere in England (like we enjoyed last year).  I want to go tie them all shut so they'll wait just a little longer . . .

No!  You cannot bloom quite yet (I don't think they will listen).  Maybe I can talk them into hanging around until April 6th at least?

About the Roman Road and some other history of the village that is down from our place about half a mile (Hoddlesten, where I took my spill).  When discussing my obsession with the Roman Road, I stated how fantastic the road system was that the Romans built and said that is probably where the saying, "All roads lead to Rome," came from.  Elder Blain said, "I can assure you that all roads in England could not have lead to Rome because of the English Channel."  Now, we see here the Roman road that runs above our place linked Manchester and Ribchester.  There sure are a lot of "chesters" in England.  I just mention that to divert your attention from the fact I didn't think about the water . . . I told you I keep forgetting we're on an island!

What is a sanitary pipe maker?

Pipes and town are all gone now.  Some stove pipes are still standing in Darwen, but I think they are from the cotton mills.

These cottages look like the ones they have all over England.  Nothing much has changed.  I wonder about the name?  More research . . .

Here's the little village post office I discovered that will serve nicely where we don't have to fight traffic and try to find a place to park.  I accidentally called the place a "town" and the post mistress quickly corrected me with "it's a village."

Alright already--I see spring is on its way!

Another reminder the spring is almost here . . . (this isn't the same one I posted the other day, I just happen to love these delicate little flowers and how they hang down with the dark tips on them.

There is a public footpath to this monument, so I tromp over the muddy field to it, trying not to do another faceplant, and the plaque is blank--faded with time, I guess.  A least these trees are minding their own business and having nothing to do with spring yet.

On the way home I saw a huge pig.  You're asking why I get excited about this.  Musta been the spill . . .

I also saw some normal English chickens that lays brown eggs.  I know you're really excited about this.

And to top it all off, this is the sign that announces what I call "the park" at the top of our hill.  Someone corrected me with, "It is the playing fields."  I'm always being "educated."