I love snowdrops. They are very dainty and appear to be delicate. They are much tougher than they look, however. They grow and bloom in the coldest and snowiest of weather. They give me hope that my long wait is nearly over. It won't be long before I am released from my imprisonment indoors and can once more spend hours playing in my gardens.
I first fell in love with snowdrops at my previous home. In the neighborhood was a tiny old house that had an enormous patch of snowdrops in one corner of the front yard. They had obviously been planted years ago and since multiplied. When they bloomed, they seemed to light up the entire yard. Just looking at them made me smile.
I've tried and tried to duplicate that patch at both my previous house and this one with no luck. I just can't seem to get snowdrops to grow, let alone multiply. I have planted them literally all over my yard in the hopes of finding at least one spot that they liked. No luck. Two years ago, I decided to change tactics and try planting a different type of snowdrop: double snowdrops. Even worse. They didn't grow at all.
I had completely forgotten about them until yesterday. I was walking past the bed I had planted them in on my way to check my winter sowing containers when I noticed out of the corner of my eye, a single snowdrop!
Hope springs eternal. If I have suddenly developed a green thumb with indoor plants, maybe I will also start to have better luck with snowdrops.