This week seeing the first snowdrops in my garden, and just sprouting in the woods behind the house, has made me inordinately happy. Such a strong sense of recognition and relief – that precious flash of pure white amidst all the browns, greys and muted greens of the winter palette. It’s easy to see why the snowdrop has come to symbolise hope. A welcome early indicator that Spring is on its slow and winding way.
The snowdrops in the Manse garden were countless, there were always more, giving a kind of knowledge that nature is inexhaustible, that multitude is her secret, her deep mystery. There could be no end to snowdrops.
Love that last bit there, how very beautiful.
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Oh that would be a wonderful sight….we are still a month or two away, so thanks for the Hint of Spring 🙂