My heart knows when the snowdrops are blooming and often begins to ache. It remembers the sparkling snow, dirt, and debris surrounding the short green leaves and the posture of the white lantern lights that particular year. All appeared hopeless, but providence remained kind. Most of the blooms shined down on me that year. AlthoughContinue reading “Sorrowing Snowdrops & Doubtful Daffodils”
