“Lone flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they but hardier far” ( Wordsworth, To a Snowdrop)
It’s been a long winter with polar vortexes and sub freezing temperatures, unusual for a typically mild mid-Atlantic clime. Although spring is still around the corner and down the road a bit there are signs here that winter is winding down.
Snowdrops emerged a few weeks ago, soon to be covered by almost a foot of snow. But these are no shrinking violets – when the snow melted the snowdrops were still in full bloom. Next on stage here at HeliosMonroe are crocuses, yellow first then other varieties. Although a favorite snack of the neighborhood squirrels when freshly planted, it seems that once the crocus become established the squirrels are off to greener pastures (and bulbs). Daffodils won’t be far behind, and then irises and the rest of the seasonal bulbs.
“Spring is the time of plans and projects” (Tolstoy, Anna Karenina) but for now I’m going to pause and admire the flowers ~