One of my favorite quotes is an anonymous one: “When the world wearies and ceases to satisfy, there is always the garden.” Nature provides an unlimited source of inspiration for me. Winter has its beauty just like every other season. There is nothing like the hushed silence hovering over freshly fallen snow sparkling in the early morning light or hoar frost covering the trees and bushes as if decorated with glittering fairy dust.
At this time of year, I always look for snow drops. They look sweet and delicate, yet are tough enough to endure freezing temperatures and snowfall. They are the first signs of renewed life in the growing season here. And they come at a time when I start to miss working in my garden and can’t wait for spring to sproing. Forcing bulbs indoors helps, but snow drops promise that even though winter isn’t over, spring will come soon. During especially hard winters, like a year ago, that is a great comfort.
When we first took our current apartment 5 years ago, snow drops were among the first bulbs Johann and I planted. We started with 6 pips. We noticed that more and more came up each year, but they have multiplied in a very special way. I counted 35 this year. They seem to be multiplying very closely to the Fibonacci sequence. It would be interesting to start with just one and see what happens. However, I wouldn’t want to have to wait 9 years to see if we’d end up with 34!
Now that the first of our bulbs have started to bloom, we are excitedly keeping an eye out for the crocus and noting how tall the daffodil leaves are. So much to look forward to!