“There is hope!”
I stepped outside yesterday afternoon for a little photo-therapy. This winter has been tough on homeowners and it’s not over. Record amounts of snow can only mean one thing as it thaws… flood waters. And with record rainfalls you can just imagine what I’m dealing with in my basement. sigh.
The skies cleared and I went outside in search of something, anything that would make me appreciate water. I have never owned a dry house and this is our 4th. Water always finds a way inside.
I found these gorgeous sparkles and flare in the remaining raindrops on this Japanese maple. My spirits were lifting. And then I saw this:
New growth! In the words of my mother with whom I shared the news immediately, “There is hope!”
Then I went in search of crocus and I found them!
It really hasn’t been all that warm here, last week daytime highs were in the 30’s and this week, so far, are in the 40’s but the crocus don’t care. That wall of white in the background is snow.
Then I grabbed a shovel and administered my mother’s tried and tested method of melting snow fast… shovel it onto the driveway. I unearthed (unsnowed?) these determined crocus under a foot or more of snow.
Yesterday I decided that crocus are my favorite flower because of their determination and perseverance and the sight of them is so enthusiastically welcome.