It was still winter. On the frozen ground was a thin layer of snow and beneath it, in the earth lived a snowdrop. Safely hidden it layed in it’s little bulb-home, but it wasn’t sleeping anymore. It had been hiding in the dark long enough. Now it had become curious, it wanted to see if there were any other plants and flowers had appeared above the ground. Arround the bulb the earth began to get warmer. Eventually the snow above the snowdrop cleared a small piece of the ground.
When the snowdrop saw the first bright light of the pre-spring, it sent it’s first leaves up, and stretched towards the light. It slowly opened it’s flowercup and discovered that it was all by itself on the cold earth, and there was no trace to be found of his flowerfriends.
Sad it lead it’s head down, until a fresh little breeze hit it:” Weeks and months I am on my way, without seeing even ONE little flower. Greetings! – you Little Messenger of Spring!” it merrily yelled. And the little breeze played with the little flowercup so that it would make a very tender and soft ringing sound. This ringing slowly awoke the other spring-flowers as well. When the snowdrop saw the first daisy’s, primroses and violets sticking their heads above the ground, it was happy. It thanked the wind that helped to ring it’s flowerfriends awake. That is why we call the snowdrop snowbell, because it rings all plants awake, each year, over and over again.