The snowdrops are looking much happier today. It always looks to me like little white wings spreading open and taking their ease, so much that “snowdrops spread their wings” sets off a cliché alert. I could swear I’ve used that phrase before, but maybe I always deleted it before. Well, I’m saying it now, just to get it out of my system.
As for the snowdrops themelves, I think they’re way too relaxed. There’s all sorts of melting and dripping going on, but the snowbanks don’t look any smaller to me.
Something ain’t adding up. Or subtracting.