Day 68 - snowdrops without the snow.

Around my little garden a snowdrop is a rare sight, but these magical little beauties are always welcome. As delicate as they seem they brave and hardy and their little bells are the first tinklings of doom for Jack Frost and his friends.

Bearers of the promise of change in the seasons, I’m sure they’re no less welcome a sight to fairy-kind, who can finally renew their winter-worn wardrobes with beautiful new flowers in their skirts….