I saw them yesterday morning on my way to a meeting in another building on the campus. They come up every year, and every year I am surprised and delighted. I know somewhere deep down that snowdrops are the first promise of spring to come. But I don't think about them until I see them that first time. Then I start peering around for evidence of the crocus, the bluebells, the hyacinths, which follow along in sequence, all in due time.
Of course, here Near Philadelphia, we have a long way to go before spring is sprung. Heck, we haven't even had a real snowstorm yet (though we keep hoping, especially those of us who work at schools!).
Spring, of course, means new life, and our family in particular is anticipating new life in just six weeks. And the snowdrops have appeared and I am reminded once again that "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Snowdrops -- and babies -- are part of the Grand Plan.