I always love to see the first Snowdrops of the year. A promise. I especially love to see them in the snow. A promise of the beautiful change of seasons ahead, even while I am sadly saying goodbye to snow.
A warm spot in a chilly woods.
Delicately hoping for snow to realize her full potential and show her true strength.
Truth and Malbec 
It was really neat you shared these with the K-folkers, Mae loves them now too =) She gets so excited about them she forgets I was on the walk that day and “taught” me about them many times!!
That’s so nice. My grandmother taught me that little bit of gardening lore and I’ve remembered it all my life. She’d smile to know that I’ve been able to do the same for Mae.