reader, writer, daydreamer
Snowdrops and camellias are two of my favourite flowers.
Snowdrops, because they’re tiny pearls of light in the big midwinter dark – they set the ground on fire with the promise of spring. Camellias, because they’re the roses of winter – magical flowerfalls of colour sitting alongside the steely skeletons of trees.
Add a splash of glittering sunshine into the mix?
Well, that right there is a recipe for happiness and a heavy January heart made light.
❤
The day was silver; cloud flooded and icy cold.
The ground was speckled white with snowdrops, sometimes pink with cyclamen, sometimes even yellow with daffodils. A great big shiny promise of spring.
Soon. One last winter-soaked breath.
We escaped away from the crowds, away from the drops of snow, away from accidentally photobombing people’s flowery snaps, and wandered into the woods.
Wandering into the woods is always a good idea, despite what the fairytales tell you.
We found no wolves or witches.
Only petals fallen to the path and camellia stars stuck to the sky.
Joanna Corbet 