Common snowdrops popped early this winter; the calendar said February, but the air felt like March. First, creamy teardrops dangled from blue-green stalks nestled in shredded hosta leaves and fallen spruce cones. The teardrops opened to pearly bells etched in spring green. They look fragile as they quiver in the wind, but these hardy bulbs, which are native to Northern Europe, parts of Asia and the Middle East, usually grow and bloom through snow cover and cold. Even with this year’s mild winter, these fresh blossoms are a joyful sight, a symbol of warming sun and soil.
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A gorgeous photo and beautiful, descriptive writing! I think of all those lucky students who had you for a teacher. And now you’re my present day science teacher!
Thank you for your kind words, Jan, and for reading my blog!
What beautiful images! Franky’s Mother-in-law’s ( in Connecticut) home has small purple.flowers that erupt all over her front yard in early February. I wait for that photo every winter! Even from a couple thousand miles away it always makes me feel hopeful Thank you,
Linda Varro
Sounds beautiful, Linda. Waiting for the spring flowers is a time of such anticipation! Your mother-in-law’s yard is not only lovely, it’s also a great place for pollinators to hang out! 🙂
So true! Mary is a Master Gardener and very active with the local organizations that promote pollinator health. She takes our grandchildren out to help with clean ups in her area.
Thank you for sharing your beautiful photo and poetic words. I have always loved these beautiful little plants whose white blossoms represent winter and whose green leaves suggest the arrival of spring.
What a lovely way to think of snowdrops! Thank you, Tanja!