Evidence of Spring

I came home this morning from getting a coffee and noticed a small bundle of snowdrops blooming by my front door.
They are brave harbingers indeed, to push their heads through such frozen ground.
And now I'm afraid they have given me false hope. I left the house without my jacket, rolled the window down as I drove. I went for a walk thinking it would be warm, only to quickly curl red, chilly fingers into the sleeves of my coat.
Not yet, not yet.

Soon, but not yet.