Snowdrop

Photo credit: Jessamyn Roll

There is a time when nature seems to make
A stern determination not to wake;
When the snows melt, and swollen streams run deep,
And plashy pools the sere brown herbage steep;
When first the snowdrop dares the storm endure,
The only thing on earth which then looks pure...

from "The Sons of the Soil: A Poem," Sarah Stickney Ellis

Comments

[Penelope]

I enjoyed your bookish gardener blog. perhaps you'd enjoy mine called Toughsledding connected with Kitchen Garden International.

I'm dealing with a March snowstorm here in Idaho USA. Where is spring?

--Penelope