Wednesday, February 1, 2012

January 2012

My dear snowdrops come with a history. They were gifted to me from a dear friend who lived her young life in the scilla covered slopes of England.

A life of fairies and beautiful legends.

A place where make believe and reality were content to sit side by side without all the traditional arguing you sometimes see in modern times.

No, these snowdrops are the real thing . . .

Kissed by legend,

Bound by the ancient oath,

Filled with lullabies, nurturing stories of a better time

deep, deep within their roots.

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