Bedroom windowsill, 20 Hillside. I'm delighted by the snowdrops - this is my delayed visit back for my mother's 90th - postponed by a month because of my parents' flu (the visit, that is - not much one can do with the birth date itself) and - presumably in part because of the season, too - I always associate snowdrops with my mother, since they're her favorite flower. Goodness, I'm tired - my photographic eye is very pleased to have a familiar photo ritual to fall back on, and I just hope I don't suddenly decide to wake up at 1 a.m. for hours ...
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