Spring! The snow has finally melted at Duck Hill revealing the first of the joyous early bulbs. Snowdrops bloom briefly, their satin white bells dipped and streaked in green. On an overcast day they shimmer with an iridescent light along our leaf-littered woodland path. Winter aconites, Eranthis hyemalis, are almost as early as the snowdrops, coaxed wide open on sunlit days, their waxy yellow cups resting on deeply-cut ruffs of fresh green. They seed under an old apple tree, spreading yearly from the few tubers I brought here from my previous garden thirty years ago.