Sometimes nature just does things better.
No matter how many snowdrops I try to propogate in my garden,
the woods around the corner, always do it better.
Drift upon drift.
I love the sense that they have been there long before any houses became their neighbours.
They are also exquisitely delicate.
There’s not a jeweller in the land who hasn’t tried to emulate those clusters of dangling bells.
As always, nature does it best.
Note: They were re-named Snowbells in our house when my youngest daughter thought that’s what they were called when she was just was a teeny tiny toddler