He's growing tired, and soon, 'Old man Winter' will hang up his cap and bid us farewell, clearing the way for the 'infant spring'. Her still, small voice already calls as the years first snowdrop raises its head, and bravely announces her exsistence. A little bit of hope in a cold, dark world where hearts are heavy and lonely, and tired. longing for change, and for the warmth a new season will bring. A season of joy, new birth and growth. A season where smiles are returned and hugs are generously received, and given. A season of health where long, deep breaths are freely taken. A little bit of hope for a season, that heals the wounds, and drys the tears full of courage and strength, and just as the first snowdrop of spring, we too WILL raise our heads, and celebrate our exsistence. Written by Alison Fielding February 2020.