Here's a little sign of hope that the season will change, even though the petals are still firmly closed. I saw this on my riverside walk. There used to be a huge carpet down a steep bankside, but it was disturbed a couple of years ago when a staircase was put in leading down from the road above. I was a bit inconsolable; these snowdrops had taken a good long while, maybe a hundred years or more to spread on that scale. Still they are pretty defiant against the developpers. I'm hoping that the sketchbook at least will agree to come along with me on the next expedition! I'll speak very nicely to him or is he a she? Many thanks for humouring me enough to read me this far!