Herself brought these in from the garden.
Yes, dear Trad Padders, I know there are no snowdrops here and it clearly relates to a northern hemisphere spring - but I think this poem fits my mood.
THE hardy little snowdrop
Delicate... yet so strong
The ground's still frozen hard
When they come along
It's one of nature's mysteries
How they choose a brand-new site
Suddenly they pop up
It seems like overnight
They were never planted there
But oh! Such delight
White heads nestled in the green
It's such a lovely sight
They bow their heads like little bells
Against February's savage winds
Yet welcome in the springtime
As this brand-new year begins.
RAY JOHNSON, Chapel House, Newcastle.