Gasp! There’s color. My mind needed a moment to confirm that my eyes had not tricked it. But yes, four times in the past week I found life unfolding once again. Each splash was an invigorating surprise.
Meanwhile, tomorrow promises a foot of wind-driven snow. These springtime pioneers, having bravely entered the late-winter frontier, will temporarily be buried. For me, the introduction of color was just a tease. Tomorrow I return to color’s absence, when nature paints the world white, reminding me that it’s not spring yet.
Not sure of the scientific name, but I think the white flower is a snow drop. The grow from bulbs.
Oh, I see Jodie had already enlightened you. Glad to have my answer confirmed!
That’s a snowdrop
How appropriate? Thanks for the information (i.e., Galanthus). I can only guess, given the location of this one, that it once washed downstream to take residence in the “wild.”