I can't wait for this miserable winter to be finished, done, over, caput. Hopefully it will soon be a distant memory, once spring comes and I can return to my garden. Today is a beautiful sunny day that reminds of spring. In the garden, the harbingers of spring are the humble snowdrops--so beautiful. It will be a while before they pop up in the garden (most of the snow has to melt first), but they don't seem to mind the chilled ground.
I'm posting a a very nice little poem about snowdrops and a photo of them that I took some years ago.
Have you heard the snowdrops ringing
Their bells to themselves?
Smaller and whiter than the singing
Of any fairy elves.
–Sydney Thompson Dobell (1824–74)
