Snowdrops were one of my mother's favorite flowers, probably because they were the first plant of the year to bloom. Each January mom would start looking for the milky white blossoms in her garden. Once she spotted the first blooms, some of the drop-like flowers were picked and arranged in tiny vases that were set on a counter or table to grace her home. This little watercolor is one she painted while waiting for spring one winter while she was mending from chemotherapy treatments. I never look at a snowdrop without thinking of mom.
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