Signs of hope

      Snowdrops, their timing is perfect, just as we are all getting fed up with the great greyness up they come almost apologising for their loud relatives, the daffodils and crocuses. All the bulbs put a smile on our faces but these little beauties kick the festival off in a restrained and tasteful way saying, lets get the year started properly.
      When I was child  in North Yorkshire there were some beech woods nearby that were quite literally carpeted with them. The lovely old trees and snowdrops had to make way for a housing estate but maybe the topsoil was taken somewhere else and the snowdrops are still growing.
      Obviously a column of figures and a profit says more than something that is irreplaceable and priceless.