My mother’s waiting-for-spring ritual was to start looking for the first snowdrop, a tiny white flower. She’d start looking as early as in February. photoI’ve continued her tradition . . . yesterday I found this one under our back porch, giving me sweet thoughts of my mother and hopes that the piles of snow will soon be gone and spring in full bloom.

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