H.E. Bates Companion

An account of a late winter, and its effect on flowers, birds, and humans, ending in ruminations during a power cut: "And heaven it was, I must say, to live for an hour or two ... with nothing to do but gaze at a cold spring evening fading with an occasional yellow flicker from tossing daffodils under a dim light of three candle-power and wait in silent patience for spring to win the old, immemorial battle." In The Spectator (March 28, 1958, 200, p. 387).