These flowers bring me back to my childhood. Each spring my father and I would go out to our favourite hiding place for snowdrops....under the Laurel bushes of a bird sanctuary a few miles from our home. Each year was just as exciting as the next when we found our precious snowdrops. My dad is gone now these past 24 years but when I see the snowdrops, the memories come flooding back. Thanks Dad, for my appreciation of nature.