In my part of the world, “Lent Lily” is the title of the sunny Daffodil, but the small, humble and neat Snowdrop is the flower that most springs to my mind at this season.
Lent for us always begins in the cold, today, snow flakes have danced on the cold wind, so very different to the images of desert and wilderness portrayed by artists in their depiction of the temptations endured by Jesus in the wilderness. Our winter turning into spring is a wilderness of ice, frost, and in the churchyard, brittle, brown, grey, twigs and branches broken by wind and storm, and tenacious Snowdrops and Crocus.
The desert and the parched land will be glad;
the wilderness will rejoice and blossom like the crocus.
For, me, always, the sweet, humble Snowdrop, always arrives singing,
But you, Lord, are a shield around me,
My glory and the one who lifts my head.
She has fought a hard battle, the little Snowdrop, but here she is… singing the song of victory won; giving the glory to the Lord who keeps us in burning desert and icy waste, the One, who alone is His people’s strength.