It is such perfection.

So tiny and delicate that you can hardly imagine it having the strength to push through the soil.

Almost translucent, the white droplet above the dark green sword-leaves.

Surrounded by the leaves that remember last year’s autumn and the fresh green of moss and grass hinting at the new growth of this year’s spring.

I love snowdrops. So much more reliable than actual snow, such a sign of hope and renewal when the days can be dark and grey and heavy.

In another 3 or 4 weeks, our lawn will be covered in them – but for now, this one is alone. The first of the year, welcoming in 2026.