On the frozen lakes near my weekend house in Upstate New York it's still winter.
But in my front yard I found spring this weekend. Several autumns ago, I planted about 100 snowdrops. The only ones that have lasted are the small colony pictured above of about 15 individuals that faithfully pop up as the earliest things out of the ground each March.
Unfortunately they do so about three feet from where we park the car, so I always worry I'll crush them in the dark. But I haven't so far. Even in summer when they aren't visible, I'm always aware that they are there lurking under the hemlock needles and I respectfully walk around them hoping that they'll come back next year.