As children, Sharon and I always admired these dainty flowers that bloomed around the “patio” at the back of Grandma Bessie’s home. Dad (Fred Meyer) said the bulbs were brought from Scotland by the Leslie clan. Dad planted these bulbs at our farmhouse under the tamarisk tree where they bloom profusely each year. I also dug some bulb clumps from the red hills and planted outside my kitchen window (and everywhere else). These are the first flowers to bloom at the end of winter, signaling the beginning of spring. Snowdrops are said to symbolize hope. When I see their small, white heads poke through the dark earth, I feel blessed and connected to family. In Sharon’s memory, I will be sharing snowdrop bulbs for you to plant in a place that may be special to you.