I cannot decide whether to call this photograph "Triumph Over Winter" or "Holy Shit" which is what I said when I found the flowers last weekend.
These are snowdrops; daffodils are beginning to pop up behind them in the flower bed, and I think I have some lilies of the valley sprouting up under a tree in the backyard.
The sidekick is deeply unimpressed by this flora. Her attitude is: If it isn't in my food bowl and if it doesn't crawl, squeak, scuttle, hop, trot, or fly, who cares?