I have always loved snowdrops. I think it's one of the many things my mother has passed on to me. I remember as a child her delight in buying tiny posies of them wrapped in dark green ivy leaves in the market. They haven't sold them for years. Such a delicate but
resilient little flower with the most exquisite perfume. the colours are beautiful..soft almost
grey greens and the purest white...a miniscule flash of yellow hidden in the centre. They're late flowering this year because of the very cold weather. The Fair Maids of February are late for the Spring Ball, but oh so worth the wait...
I have always loved snowdrops. I think it's one of the many things my mother has passed on to me. I remember as a child her delight in buying tiny posies of them wrapped in dark green ivy leaves in the market. They haven't sold them for years. Such a delicate but resilient little flower with the most exquisite perfume. the colours are beautiful..soft almost grey greens and the purest white...a miniscule flash of yellow hidden in the centre. They're late flowering this year because of the very cold weather. The Fair Maids of February are late for the Spring Ball, but oh so worth the wait...
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