y house should have been called Snowdrop Lane or something along those lines, on account of the glorious drifts of delicate stalwarts covering the garden at this time of year. I adore them. Especially the first perfect cluster that appears beside the kitchen garden gate. For me, they herald a welcome turning point and the beginnings of a slow but steady meander towards spring. I’ve been out picking little bunches this morning, to place in bud vases scattered around my home. They’ll often last up to a week in my
