Tuesday, February 05, 2008

To a Snowdrop



My daughter said she saw snowdrops through her window so I went out this morning. Oh yes! Delicate white sleepy blossoms nod in the chilly morning. A sign of hope...spring is coming!


"Nor will I then thy modest grace forget
Chaste snow-drop, venturous harbinger of Spring
And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

(William Wordsworth)
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  1. Reginas Cottage12:38 PM

    Loveley snowdrops.I love it.
    Hugs Regina

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  2. Lilli in Vancouver10:38 AM

    Snowdrops already? I'll have to keep an eye out for some here!

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