Now that we can almost reach out and touch our average last frost date up in this part of Zone 6, the snow season should be over. A happy exception: this little flurry of snowdrops that blankets a portion of my back hill. Each of these clumps started out as a single bulb about a decade ago.
The white flowers catch the light and practically sparkle on a sunny day.
In order for the foliage to ripen after blooming, I allow the grass around them (and later appearing bluebells) to grow undisturbed until the fourth of July. Then the world's smallest meadow is mowed.