These tiny snowdrops have been blooming their little hearts out since the end of February. They've withstood snow, rain, sleet, ice, more snow, more snow, and more snow. Yet, they do not despair; they keep on doing their thing, which is to keep me happy when I look at them from my big kitchen window. Their message is of hope and renewal and a promise that Spring will come, putting smiles on the faces of winter-weary people.
Other than snowdrops and a few crocus, my part of Ohio does not look or feel very much like Spring. As you can see in the picture of bee supers that I took when we were at Beebe's Bees yesterday, woodsy areas still have the look and feel of winter starkness. No buds on twigs, no green patches, no curious bees venturing outside their cozy homes.
Soon (I hope!) all of that will change. Twigs and trees and flowers will bud and bloom; the grass will green. Honeybees will emerge and begin another season of work as the world continues to spin around the sun.
And those snowdrops? Their early blossoming keeps them safe from honeybee intrusion. Maybe they prefer winter's stings?
Marcheta *Ain't it grand?
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