Well of course they don’t but when I looked at my photos from my Saturday walk all I could think of was the song from Butch Cassidy- you know “Raindrops keep falling on my head”- it works nicely with snowdrops, except it makes no sense.
Anyway it’s finally snowdrop season here , and after weeks of hunting for them locally I was rewarded for my efforts.
Along the top of St Andrew’s Ridge, with the birds singing and dogs enjoying their outings- two cocker spaniels and a springer spaniel all chasing, well whatever, nice chats to the owners, smiles on everyone’s faces, children on bikes, parents relaxed, nothing like knowing you are wearing the children out. Amazing what sunshine will do for the mood- Spring may not yet be here but it’s in the air, even the birds know it, singing and cawing ( the crows or rooks). And to the church where there surely must be snowdrops- it’s the rule in England- churchyards have snowdrops.
One day I will go inside here, one day it will be open again.
snowdrops nestling in moss
There is a reason for this quest- several people suggested I should try wet felting- well confession I have tried wet felting in the past, and I still have lots of well roving and equipment, so in due course I will try wet felting and it occured to me that snowdrops would be a perfect subject- probably be March before I am ready to begin, but I just had to check the real things before making plans.
Has anyone tried wet felting? Like snow drops? Or what about a guilty pleasure- that would be the film Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid- after all these years I still love it.