Aren’t these flowers beautiful and cheery? They really make my heart sing. Every year I look out for them and I’m thrilled when they poke their way up through the soil like a herald announcing the coming Spring. Their white blossoms are pure and graceful, heads bowed in a curtsey to their maker. They form an alliance with the sunburst daffodils and the rainbow crocuses bringing us echoes of hope. This Wordsworth poem puts it more eloquently.
TO A SNOWDROP
LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing 10 On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers; Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years! 1819. google image used.