I saw my first snowdrops of the year today. It’s the third earliest sighting I’ve seen of the snowdrop since (DragonDrop.org) records began – the earliest being January the 19th. Typically they’re the first common wild flower, to brave sticking it’s head above the precipice after the dark depths of winter – round these parts. Marking off the seasonal milestones ’till spring, next crocuses, then daffodils, then the exploded abundance of the spring into summer masses, competing for insect attention using their full bore arsenal of colour, form, pattern, location and scent.
In contrast to the snowdrop, mid-summer to me, is the Foxglove. Thinking of the exotic opulence of their form, they represent a wholly different world. Penguins v Camels. Snowdrops v Foxgloves.