For Someone as Newborn as the Spring

A sweater knitted for someone unborn, who decided it was time to enter the world last Saturday. A new little life, born when the spring is newborn.

Snowdrops are my favourite flowers. They are such a miracle every spring when they resist the frost in the ground, the snow and the ice and suddenly stand there, just when I though the winter was going to last forever. This year spring was very late. Now the snowdrops have almost finished their blooming-time, the first part of spring is already over.