The promise of spring begins with the snowdrops. Some are already seen beneath the snow and ice last February. In the small garden of a rectory, I came across these little-white-lanterns nodding and bowing, moved by a mighty wind.
When March called “Ho, there! ho!”
Such spreading of rootlets far and wide,
Such whisperings to and fro!
“Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked,
” ‘Tis time to start, you know.”
“Almost, my dear!” the Scilla replied,
“I’ll follow as soon as you go.”
Then “Ha! ha! ha! a chorus came
Of laughter sweet and low,
From millions of flowers under the ground,
Yes, millions beginning to grow.
FLOWER CHORUS – Ralph Waldo Emerson