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.


atet said…
Thank you for reminding me that spring, will in fact, come. Hard to remember when I'm freezing my tush off :0).
G'G'ma said…
How exciting it must have been to see the snowdrops. When the snow melts I love to walk around the yard looking for all the spring flowers beginning to poke through the ground. Won't be able to do that for sometime as this is the second "snow day" this week here in west MI.
What a lovely picture. It seems so early for snowdrops, but then again, my crocus bloomed the first week of February last year. Here in Tennessee it warms up prematurely and then we get slammed with the cold again. Here's hoping that winter is truly on the wane.

And, congrats to the expectant parents.
Mrs. Goodneedle said…
I haven't seen any snowdrops, but my daffs are up a few inches already. Thanks for sharing that photo from NP; the delicate blooms are miraculous, really.
*karendianne. said…
Oh these are lovely. Perfect for the post which is simply peaceful and joyous.