Dorset's spring wildflowers were a cheering sight as I walked out West last weekend.

 Primroses were blooming all over the place in sunny lanes.

And shady hollows.

 Snowdrops were still in flower in occasional clusters.

  Our native Wild Daffodil pops up here and there.

 Tough thorny Gorse bushes clothe the hills and heaths in yellow. 

 In nearby woods and hedge-banks dainty Wood Anemones rise from the mossy leaf litter.

 Lesser Celandine is prolific anywhere its starry flowers can open wide for the sun.

"There's a flower that shall be mine/'Tis a little celandine." Wordsworth

  Lungworts. Rare round here it seems but exquisite.