Last year at the end of March, as I was leaving a party at my friend Quilt Artist's house, I noticed little white flowers in bloom at the edge of her driveway. Snowdrops, she called them. The name seemed especially appropriate because we still had snow piled in banks along the road. "You don't have any snowdrops at your house?" Quilt Artist asked, and she dug up a shovelful to put them in a plastic bag for me. When I got home, I stuck them in the ground under the barberry bushes and forgot about them.
Yesterday, I looked up from my computer to complain to anyone within earshot that other bloggers were posting photos of flowers in bloom, while we still had snow on the ground. Every year, I am the last blogger to post any flower photos. My daffodils and tulips aren't up yet, and the lilacs won't flower until the second weekend of May.
"What about those little white flowers?" Shaggy Hair Boy asked. "You know, under the barberry bushes."
The snowdrops! I'd done nothing to take care of them, but they had faithfully returned, hidden between the bushes and the foundation of the house, the first flowers of the season.