Wherever you are in the world, it is that lovely in-between season. Everything is budding here in Sydney and I notice my northern hemisphere friends posting photos of falling leaves. A couple of days ago, I was with a special friend and she wanted to show me some sweet little flowers she had spotted in the bush. There is a section of crown land behind her home where an old lady once lived. All that remains of the home is a few moss-covered stones from the garden wall and steps. Some of the plants are still living amongst the natives in the bush and every spring, the tenacious bulbs pop up. We found all manner of treasures on the walk - wattle in bloom, lichens, fungi, leaf skeletons, blossoms, buds, frogs, ferns and more but she couldn't find the tiny flowers. I was camera and device free so couldn't photograph anything.
Moments are for enjoying.
Finally, on the way back, we spotted the little white flowers. Of course - they were snowdrops, presumably planted many years ago, by the woman who lived in the now-demolished house. I promised to email my friend some photos of the snowdrops at Hodsock Priory that I photographed a couple of years back. I hope you enjoy them too.
It was an absolutely bitterly cold day when we visited the snowdrop gardens. I felt like I hadn't seen a growing flower in months and months.
I love this little bridge in the garden.
The little white spots on the grass are the snowdrops - so tiny!
I feel like they are tiny little, brave trumpets heralding the start of Spring.
There were other wonderful things in the garden that day too.
As I was photographing this bud, I glanced up and noticed people in the window of the manor house. There was a wedding that day. Isn't the grandma precious! And those sweet children looking out into the garden.
So, while I didn't have my camera or even my phone with me the other day to capture the snowdrops, seeing them reminded me to go back through the files and find these pictures from England.