Stumbleupon Review of : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowdrop
- To me, the first fragile snowdrops are the real new year, not some arbitrary date in the middle of Winter, mechanically dividing days like digits. It’s gradual, sneaks up unnoticed; one day you go out, all unsuspecting, and it’s there! Waiting for you: fresh, new, among the mulch of last Autumn’s colours.
[ An hour ago, in my garden ]
- So thus, I guess (I guess – I guess), another year slides seamlessly into the half-light of what’s past. To be half-remembered, half-forgotten and half-confused with all those others that also have so easily been lost.