This whole winter has been in identity crisis, trying to act like spring, which means this drag out of similar pseudo-winter weather towards April is even less amusing. Real deep cold and I are hardly besties, but I love that dark, snowy heart of winter. Call me a masochist, but those bone-biting, snow blind days have a precious, frosty spot in my heart. I hate climate change.
Bright spots, however, are spring flowers! Crocuses and snowdrops are among my very favourite flowers, and I’ve seen a few rounds of them this year as the frost keeps biting them back. Here is a quick sketch of a few dew laden snowdrops. (Galanthus nivalis).