My story early, feeling, as I fear,
The weakness of a human love for days
Disowned by memory, ere the birth of spring
Planting my snowdrops among winter snows
I was so upset I missed our snowdrops two weeks ago while I was sick— saddened I’d missed this first sign of spring returning. It’s like Christmas Day having fallen asleep during It’s a Wonderful Life the night before. Nice and all, you’re not going to opt out or anything, but it’s just not the same. I’ve marked the emergence of the snowdrops for a lot of years now and it’s a harbinger of sunshine, happiness, contented chaos.
Luckily the preserve trail down the way has virtual drifts of snowdrops… waves of white and shocking green standing out against the leaves, swaying and saying cheekily Spring is here, Spring is here, Spring is here.
I feel much better, now.
I’m thinking I should really plant some more early spring native flowers around our house. Such an easy way to ensure gladness in my heart, one year from now. Why haven’t I done so already?