It’s the end of winter and your garden resembles a barren wasteland. But hold on a moment! What's that poking through the cold wet ground? It's a snowdrop! And suddenly life feels bearable once again.
If you had told my 25-year-old garden design student self, that these little white wonders would one day make me weak at the knees, I would've probably la…
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