It was a snowy winter in Marshwood, Dorset and we weren’t able to go to school for a couple of days because the school bus couldn’t manage those icy roads.
Walking up the hill from ‘Thimble cottage’ where we lived, I looked out at the stunning scenery where fields and hills were silently covered in a thick white blanket. I was filled with a sense of peace and revitalization, all at the same time. Even Pilsdon hill – a treasure trove for busy archeologists, was looking particularly splendid and untouched that morning.
I noticed a cluster of soft white snowdrops peeping though the deep, frozen layer of hedgy bank by the roadside. In awe of those courageous little blossoms, I stopped, stared, and gently touched the delicate petals; in that moment of instant responsiveness I knew that fresh life would always reach out to touch our human heart. These small and fragile flowers have the inherent strength to herald the comforting whisper of springtime; this must have given numerous individuals over eons of time, a small yet unmistakable window of optimism.
I do believe that nature offers mankind, countless symbols of hope in an often-testing world.
This is a short narrative from my book about childhood memories
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This is just a short narrative about snowdrops and the symbolic joy and inspiration they give us when they appear after a long cold winter. The beginning of Spring and new life!! This was a special and meaningful moment of ‘light’ in my teenage life, when I saw these snowdrops.
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