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