Day 68

The first snowdrops are breaking through. Whole clusters of them.

Snowdrops are my favourite. So small and delicate, but they bloom even in the snow. It leaves me in awe.

My Anne-girl never saw them, but I planted some near her.

The area around her grave is a mess of oak roots, fallen leaves, and shoots of green.

Soon, those shoots will produce tiny white bulbs that open up like a yawn. Around them, more green shoots will start to appear. Daffodils, preparing to announce the warmth of spring with their cheerful yellow.

Life keeps on going.

It’s magical, really.