My poor snowdrops - they came out on schedule for Imbolc at the beginning of Feb, when a 2-ft dump of snow finally started to melt, but then another 18 inches came down and they were buried again for a couple of weeks. They were out again a few days ago, kinda despondent and stunted, and now another couple of inches have re-buried them.
Someone on a local Facebook group suggested that we locals should use our snowed-in time to do some art. He led the way with a crude (in technique) cartoon. I thought about doing something - I used to be able to draw pretty well. But in the end I was too lazy - I printed a photo from the internet, and glued it onto some cardboard along with a Brigid's cross. To celebrate Imbolc.
Which by the calendar was Feb. 1 (or 2).
But I don't like strict adherence to the calendar. For one thing, putting the cross-quarter sabbats on the first of the month means they're not neatly halfway between the solstice and equinox. But more importantly, while the solstices and equinoxes (sun events) are precise to the nano-second, the cross-quarters (earth celebrations) are vaguer, being whenever we see results of what the sun had been doing. So the days have been growing longer since Yule, the winter solstice, but it's really only at Imbolc that we can count on feeling/seeing some beginnings of spring. At least here (back east Imbolc was just another blizzard day).
Not so much this year.
In fact we were so socked-in that our little local group cancelled our Imbolc celebration. (A couple were were sick, one couldn't get out of her driveway, another didn't want to drive into town down a dark snowy mountain highway, and my street was such that there was no parking anyway.) So I unilaterally declared that Imbolc hadn't really arrived. Waiting for robins and snowdrops, even crocus, or at least no more damned heaps of snow and icy streets.
Therefore, doing an Imbolc art project in the middle-to-end of February seemed not at all out of time.
A little candle magic - COME ON SUN!