Since the first of February (imbolc) I have had snowdrops on my mind. Snowdrops are know as the maids of February.
A legend about the origin of the snowdrop tells us that after being expelled from the Garden of Eden, Eve sat weeping. An angel comforted her. Since the fall of man, no flowers had bloomed, but snow fell ceaselessly. As the angel talked with Eve, he caught a snowflake in his hand, breathed on it, and it fell to earth as the first snowdrop. The flower bloomed and Hope was born.
In Germany there is a different snowdrop legend. When God made all things on the Earth, He asked the snow to go to the flowers and get a little colour from them. One by one the flowers refused. Then, very sad, she asked a snowdrop to give it a little of its colour and the snowdrop accepted. As a reward, the snow lets it bloom first whenever spring shows; they are very indicative of spring and bring hope and joy.
At the age of six I was bridesmaid for my Auntie Shirley and Uncle Ken, my main memory of that day and was wearing the beautiful white dress, headdress and the bouquet of snow drops I carried; I have never forgotten how I enjoyed that very magical day.