Snowdrops

Aka: dangly bells of depression.

I will probably lose followers over this shocking attitude towards the alleged harbingers of better times, but the world of Galanthophilia attracts-me-not. We’ve already suffered about eight months of gloom by the time the dangly heads of misery begin in shades of; wait for it! white (and some green). My favourite! Cold and dreary white. I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell it’s all about and I guess at this stage people are so desperate for some garden interest they literally lose their shit over the (let’s be honest) marginal variations of green splotching, size and form. As we used to say in the 90’s “BIG WOW"….”. Even the plants look depressed! gazing at the mud, by the way the mud you have to kneel or lie down in to marvel at their “beauty” (eye-roll).

I appologise, but January and February are my least favourite months of the year made worse by social media being swamped by the doomy bells of sadness in various guises; backlit in dew-laden grass by a watery sun, close-up’s of the “unbelieveable quirkiness” of “Grumpy” et al, a landscape shot of a whole ocean of white shite-merchants t’ween the roots of stately trees, all with some gut-burstingly cliché commentary about how spring is on the way or how good it is to welcome the dirge-drops back! People actually spend money collecting them! And even spend money going to look at them!

Personally, I don’t get it.. That is all… just wanted to let you all know.