Heart of winter flower

I talked about snow and its importance in my life in a previous post. How frequent the snowfalls were, every winter without exception, and sometimes lasted until spring. I remember the first "snowdrops" emerging through the white blanket, at Grand Clos Park, and here and there. As a child, a nothing makes you wonder, but there was plenty to wonder about, even as an adult. We spent most of our time, when not at school, outside playing. Building igloos or snowmen. And snowball fights! We sometimes went home to change our clothes because we were so wet, and above all, freezing. A new pair of warm socks and we were off again for one more turn. Much later, when I spent my first Christmas without snow, I felt sad and nostalgic.

Snowdrop (Galanthus nivalis), heart of winter flower.

Snowdrops are plants of the family Amaryllidaceae, with white bell-shaped flowers spotted with green, which usually grow and bloom in winter; to do so, they have the ability to break through a thin layer of snow.

Here she broke through.

Around here, today, as soon as there is one or two centimeters of snow, the media channels or the authorities announce a red alert, etc.. It's like a panic wave! But.. with the school, we used to go skiing by bus on Wednesdays, if I remember correctly. And there were days when it was snowing like crazy. Often the driver had to stop at the side of the road to put the chains on the wheels. We would leave after half an hour or more, and the bus would finish climbing the mountain to take us to the ski resort. Mostly cross-country skiing. At the end of the afternoon, the return trip, at nightfall, at 10km/hour, sometimes less, we arrived at our destination with two good hours of delay. Our parents were happy to see us return, but not more panicked than that. Or they didn't show it. In those days, the 70's, it was the winter routine. No one was worried about the snow falling! And we were going back for the weekend, this time for downhill skiing. With our family and/or friends family.

Share your Winter Memories, if you want. Do you like it? :0)

An avant-garde track that I composed; where the machines, finding themselves alone after a winter, not white with snow, but a nuclear one, try to communicate between them to continue to live. Imagination..

Storm, thunder, rain.. other states that the earth offers us that are also dear to me. Another story.. may be.

Keep Warm!

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