this year’s snowdrops

Every February, we declare a Snowdrop Sunday, searching out swathes of snowdrops in one grand garden or another. It’s one of my favourite days of the year, filled with the promise of spring.

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a poem for February

Snowdrops ‘Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know what despair is; then winter should have meaning for you. I did not expect to survive, earth suppressing me. I didn’t expect to waken again, to feel in damp earth my body able to respond again, remembering after so long how to open

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