When in England earlier this week, I spotted my first snowdrop of the year in my mum’s garden, in a little corner, almost hidden from sight. Always a good sign. Snowdrops hint at the spring that is to come, even from the depths of winter gloom. None out in my garden as yet, but any day soon, they should start peeking out through the undergrowth to let me know that my garden may be sleeping, but it will wake up again in the months to come.