Some years I miss them. It happens when the snow overstays its welcome and forms a hard crust along the boulevard. During those springs, the snowdrops bloom beneath the snow and I don't find their spent blossoms and withered foliage until the thaw finally comes--a lost opportunity to glimpse life's return.This year I'm blessed. There, nestled among the cracked remnants of last autumn's leaves and the bleached grass awaiting rain, is a beautiful bouquet. Snowdrops--tiny and unobtrusive, remarkable only for their early arrival. If they waited just a week longer to appear, they'd be lost in a world turning vibrant green. For today, though, they hold the entire hope of spring in their hardy petals, and for that they are loved..
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