“Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.”
Theodore Roethke
I just love the first crocuses of spring. There is something just so darn optimistic about a little bulb that with the slightest provocation of sun and warmth explodes forth in joy. It blooms through cold, frost, and even some times snow. Such a tiny little sprite of a bloom would scarcely get a glance in August but on the first of April it is a long lost friend to be rejoiced over. Bring on the crocuses!
I even brought along my best flower picker to help me (wink)
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