The little bit of colour in the snow is pretty, and brought to mind the wonder children feel when encountering the magic of colour.As a child, I would have considered finding these flowers in the snow, a small miracle; and I'm also pretty sure I would have picked them and proceeded to use them in play - possibly making a soup with them. Before long, there would be nothing left of the pretty blooms, although possibly some would be used in a decorative way.
Along the path I follow, I have noticed a little poplar tree. Now it stands, looking rather brave, withstanding the cold.
I plan to walk home as often as possible this winter.