All words and images © Nina Nixon
February wouldn't be February without snowdrops.
It's these late winter days when you can literally smell spring gently wafting in on a southerly breeze, that I spend all the daylight hours searching hedgerows and lanes for these tiny, delicate flowers.
Though my most favoured haunt is an old graveyard, where you can find them clustered in clumps.
Huddled together with their heads nodding down like droplets, almost waiting for the warmth of a long awaited sunny day to lift their petals up and open in appreciation.
I can understand that feeling. Like shrugging off my winter coat for the first time of the new season.
Yes, February would most definitely not be February, if it were not for snowdrops.