#✧ — snowdrops in the winter

[geopsych]

Snowdrops in the snow.

[huariqueje]

Winter Snowdrops - Phil

Canadian , b. ?

Illustration , Country Gardens Magazine

[rherlotshadow]

Snowdrop wood

[boschintegral-photo]

Snowdrops (Galanthus)

[candidlywhimsical]

Imbolc… the pagan rooted light and fire festival, the first of three, that celebrates winter’s midpoint and honors the goddess Brigid… we’re half way through until spring ❄️🐑🌼🪻🌾🔥

Blessed Imbolc to anyone who celebrates✨

[violetmoondaughter]

Blessed Imbolc 🕯🌱❄

Let's celebrate the first signs of spring that remind us that the end of winter is near. The days are getting longer and clearer day by day, the first flowers and buds are beginning to appear, and some birds are returning from migration. The last days of winter will be the sharpest, but we know that they are the last bastion of winter before spring and warm weather arrive.

Let's welcome the new energies, let's get rid of what no longer serves us and set our intentions for the months to come.

[nobeerreviews]

Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter.

-- Louise Wilder

[megpricephotography]

Took Flynn out to find the first flowers of 2025 today... Every year, I look forward to spotting the snowdrops beginning to bloom!

[adventuresofalgy]

The weather birds had said that a big storm was on the way at the end of the week – in fact they were calling it a "weather bomb", which Algy thought sounded most undesirable and unpleasant.

Concerned lest his favourite patch of snowdrops might fall victim to this bombing by the weather, Algy decided to inspect and encourage them while it was still calm. It was another dark grey day, but as he perched on the bare ground among the hardy flowers, a wee gleam of low light made them sparkle and shine in a most delightful way, and he was thrilled to see that in addition to the clumps that were flowering, there were many self-seeded baby snowdrop leaves pushing up through the soil beneath the bushes, to bring even more flowers in future years.

Of course snowdrops always reminded Algy of a famous poem by Wordsworth, but he could hardly agree that they were like an unbidden guest, for he waited eagerly for their appearance every year…

Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, waylay The rising sun, and on the plains descend; Yet art thou welcome, welcome as a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing On the soft west-wind and his frolic peers; Nor will I then thy modest grace forget, Chaste Snowdrop, venturous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!

[Algy is quoting the poem To a Snowdrop by the 19th century English poet William Wordsworth.]

[aneacc]

They say that spring starts with snowdrops. Here where I live, the weather is too tropical to enjoy these pretty flowers, all I can do is admire them by drawing them. Small note: At my patreon (AneaCC) there's a wallpaper with this design, if your interested <3

Dicen que la primavera empieza con las campanillas de invierno. Aqui donde vivo el clima es demasiado tropical para poder disfrutara estas flores preciosas. Solo puedo admirarlas, dibujandolas. Pequeña nota, en mi Patreon (AneaCC) está disponible un wallpaper con este diseño, por si interesa <3

[cycles-seasons]

[geopsych]

Snowdrops in the garden today. I wanted to hug them.

[rherlotshadow]

Snowdrops

[boschintegral-photo]

Snowdrops (Galanthus)

[artbyanca]

The triumph of spring.

I'm so happy I managed to get this done in time for Mărțișor☺️

In Romanian Mărțișor is the name for the holiday of the 1st of March; the traditional name for the month of March and the talisman made out of red and white threads twisted together and with various lucky charms attached, that are exchanged on the 1st and worn during the month of March. A long time ago I illustrated the legend of the hero that freed the sun and kept wanting to do some of the other legends about Mărțișor.

Winter had reigned over world for a long time, putting the Earth to sleep and fobidding anything from growing, when a young girl appeared. She wondered the empty woods searching for her fate when, one day, she came across a snowdrop flower bursting through the snow beneath a dry thornbush. She decided to help the flower thrive and cleared the thorns and snow. The Winter queen was angered by the snowdrop's defiance of her rule and sent a blizzard to kill it. The girl did not allow that to happen and covered the little flower with her hands. She did not budge for 9 days, though the lashing of the winds bloodied her hands. Though the blizzard raged, the warmth of her blood awoke the Earth from his slumber. He declared the time time of Winter passed and crowned the girl the new queen of the world, giving her the name Spring.

[i-miss-my-wings]

;; my first attempt at a poem about alterhumanity

— I wrote this all in one go in the middle of the night, hope it's not too bad :') I just let myself write what came to mind and came up with this. I don't know what got into me, I don't even feel species dysphoria this strongly, but I know someone can relate.

I pin my ears back

and I bare my fangs

at the mirrored mimic

as my heart pangs

for what I see

is not the real me

but a cheap disguise

to which I plea

‘where is my fur?’

‘where are my wings?’

‘is it greedy to ask…’

‘for all those things?’

‘I cannot fly’

‘and so I beg’

‘of you who stares’

‘to bring them back’

‘they are a part’

‘of who I am’

‘and you stole my limbs’

‘while my head swam’

‘when I was born’

‘my back was empty’

‘I did not know why’

‘and I cried plenty’

take a deep breath

count up to three

inhale and exhale

what can you see

my reflection

looks at me sadly

and it understands

why I miss them badly

I sheath my claws

I tuck my tail

my head hangs low

as my calls fail

they always fall

right on deaf ears

and I only calm

when my head clears

I know it's futile

I know it's wrong

this is not normal

I will always long…