Oh what a sight caught my eye this morning when I looked out of our sitting-room french doors. Our 1st snowdrop - still closed against the cold wind and with a rain drop still attached after the recent shower of rain.
This snow drop came from my Aunt's garden in Shropshire which at this time of year is awash with them - huge ones - so last year she gave me some to plant in my garden. It had crossed my mind in early January that perhaps the move had damaged them in some way as I had thought they would have already been flowering, especially in our mild southern climate. But no, this one had waited until I needed the reassurance that my garden, which is looking sad and neglected, will again fill my heart with joy and that everything will again blossom and grow.
