The Snaky flower

And then I came to a field where the springing grass
Was dulled by the hanging cups of fritillaries,
Sullen and foreign looking, the snaky flower,
Scarfed in dull purple, like Egyptian girls...
 From Orlando, Virginia Woolf

A dismal day with a ferocious cold wind - but the snakes are out fartnarkled somewhat not in a field but our boggy fairy walk, I love them.