A sure sign of spring is always the emerging of snowdrops. I searched all the digital photos I have. I even looked through some posts from the early blogging days to try and find a photo of the patches of snowdrops that always made their entrance in early March. I'm certain I have written about them before.
They were usually surrounded by bits of snow and their bright green fragility was always fascinating to me. Such a backdrop of white with spring green shooting up between the patches. Such a delicate flower yet hearty enough to withstand cold winds, rain, and even more snow sometimes!
Shawn walked in this morning and said, "Hey, did you see the snowdrops on the side of the house?"
I had not, but my excitement was uncontainable. I went to photograph them as soon as I could and then began the search for my old pictures. No luck.
These are not my snowdrops but they gave me a lot of joy this morning thinking about the patches that are waiting for me in our woods back home. They also reminded me that sometimes the strongest embodiments of life have fragile exteriors.