Snowdrops (or The Cosmic Joker)

What it says on the tin really.

I was able to get out and about earlier but nothing leapt out in blip terms and cried 'Me! Me!'. It's been such a(nother) grey day, and so windy, it was even hard to catch the snowdrops.

Having realized that the earlier foray produced nothing exciting, I thought 'I'll quickly nip into the garden with the macro'.
Drizzle was drizzling.
Too lazy to change into appropriate snowdrop kneeling togs, I rolled up the trouser legs, slipped into the shoes by the backdoor (not mine and, on reflection, possibly lending certain Olive Oyl properties to my appearance) grabbed the backdoor mat, for kneeling purposes obviously, and sallied forth.
To quote Daughter (dry as dust): 'You're going for street cred again then?'

Why wait? I shall wear my purple now.