Snowdrops.

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.



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