Growing up in Africa I only ever encountered snowdrops in books and remember reading the song of the snowdrop fairy in Mary Cecily Barkers flower fairy, which always enchanted me.
Deep sleeps the winter, Cold, wet, and
grey; Surely all the world is
dead; Spring is far away.
Wait! The world shall waken;
It is not dead, for lo,
The Fair Maids of February
Stand in the snow!
The snow drops have been an absolute joy this year; they are such a hopeful flower. The French call them Perce-Neige – to literally ‘break the snow’. And, as I learned recently from my friend the American florist Randy Outzs, in the US they are known rather melancholically as tear-drops. I was recently featured in the US magazine Flower, working with Randy arranging spring flowers
As a self confessed Glanthophile (lover of snow drops), I find great joy in seeing great drifts of them illuminating the cold winter hardened ground.. The Chelsea Physic Garden has wonderful plantings of them and, if you are an urban type, this is the perfect spot to view them in all their glory. If you missed them this year make sure you go next year. www.chelseaphysicgarden.co.uk The snowdrops have faded and we are now awash with yellow,- forsythia ablaze all over town and the daffs too. By the end of March I am always a little tired of yellow.
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