Through the window this rather grey, damp morning, this…
…very small, but definitely pushing through the earth and leaf debris, are two small clumps of snowdrop leaves. (Ignore the straggly, brighter green leaves and look for the shorter, more grey-green ones.) These are very special snowdrops because they came from my mother’s home. I remember my step-father digging them up “in the green” (when they had finished flowering but before the leaves died back) and in the years since I planted them, in two clumps, they have established and crept quietly to form new, smaller colonies.
I love this living link with people who are no longer here and a place that is no longer accessible.
And I especially love these delicate flowers that defy winter’s worst efforts and push through to share their beauty with those of us who take a moment or two to look.