I was greeted by Lilacs in bud this time.
First time I stood here, it was snowdrops pushing through snow. Now the season has shifted, and so has the place.
I’m curious: When you hear “restore the ecosystem”… what does that mean to you? #nativebynature
Will the winter never be over,
Will the dark days never go?
Must the buttercup and the clover
Be always hid under the snow?
Ah, lend me your little ear, love!
Hark! 'tis a beautiful thing;
The weariest month of the year, love,
Is shortest and nearest to spring.
Adeline Whitney
Snowdrops have long been linked with Candlemas — the turning of the year, when light returns quietly. Held here in a calabash bowl, nestled in moss and lichen, they glow like small candles: patient, steady. Enough.
Light, quietly renewed. #Snowdrops#WinterLight#NoticingNature