In the winter of 2002/2003 when I was really quite unwell and wondering if I’d ever get any better, I saw a solitary snowdrop on my walk around Linlithgow loch and from then on knew that even when things feel at their most bleak, there is always hope.  A while after my encounter with my little snowdrop I volunteered with a local Rainbows troupe.  The girls were asked to give me a name. With no prompting from the Girl Guide leaders or myself they came up with Snowdrop!  I go and visit my snowdrop ever winter.

Here’s a poem I found recently about snowdrops.

Snowdrops

All around me is a barren wasteland,

Skeletal trees wave their claws menancingly,

The earth is hard and ungiving,

It might seem hopeless….

But for the snowdrops.

Through the frost and snow,

They grow.

And blossom like little angels,

Phoenixes in plant form,

But pure white and angelic.

February’s fair maidens,

Candlemass bells.

And though Winter’s brisk winds may blow,

The snowdrops will stand their ground.

And though in later months they may drop and die,

Spring and Summer will pass, and leaves again will turn to rust,

And though the ground may become barren again,

Through the frost will come

The snowdrops once more.

Found on the internet – wattpad http://www.wattpad.com/story/1049723-snowdrops  Accessed 29/08/13