The Snowdrop is my favourite flower.
For all the obvious reasons. Delicate beauty, flourishing in the midst of cold bleakness. Life in the midst of Death. The promise of Springtime to come. Being happily different from all the other flowers.
Small, determined, pugnacious strength, pushing through and announcing, without fanfare - It’s Just Me.
If I was in a war, I’d like to have a few snowdrop friends by my side. I would feel a lot more confident then.