She is not as attention-grabbing as the purple tulips that sway in the soft spring breeze. Not as frolic as the crocuses, that pop up in various colours all over our garden. She is not as present as the tall, curly hazel and her beauty is not as obvious as the japanese prunus that gracefully leans against our house.
But every year again, as reliable as a rock, she does it again. Before any other plant dares to show some colour to challenge the winter winds, she decorates our garden with her white and purple flowers. Taller and taller she stands, taking our breath away.
She might not be the most showy plant in our garden, but she easily could be my favourite.