The last of the snowdrops grace the garden bed. These early signs of spring have kept hope alive for nearly six weeks now. They are such elegant little beauties. Their faces droop with gentleness and stay awake so beautifully when cut and brought into the house. They make such sweet miniature bouquets that tuck nicely onto a windowsill or tea tray. Their arrival seems to announce that crocus and daffodils soon will appear. And they do. From tiny white faces so close to the brown earth, they give way to purple and yellow as the season progresses and the soil warms up. Although brighter colors and more magnificent blossoms showcase the garden now, the tiny snowdrops will not be forgotten and I know that I will eagerly be awaiting their tiny faces again next February. Snowdrops. First sign of spring.