My mini-crocuses that had popped up and were on the verge of opening...well, they opened today! (I also have some larger, deeper purple crocuses up by the house, and they should open up tomorrow.) There's also a yellow mini-crocus, but it hasn't opened fully yet.
I took 5 pictures of them, and I hope you'll indulge me as I put all 5 of them up here. I think I'm so starved for greenery and warmth that these little crocuses have just made my day (and I didn't have a bad one to begin with!).
While crocuses aren't my favorite flower (I have to go with Shasta daisies--they're so cheery, and they bloom in the heat of summer, so they just say summer to me.), I think they're special to most of us in winter climes, because they're a sign of hope.
Winters can seem awfully long here, and it's right about this time that we all start getting especially tired of the snow and very anxious for spring. Crocuses give us a light at the end of the tunnel. They push through a carpet of leaves (and here at Nutwood, that's a mighty thick carpet) even when it's still chilly, and let us know that if we hold out just a little bit longer, we'll soon be sitting out on the deck enjoying the sunshine, opening all the windows to let the warm breeze air out the house, planting things in the garden, and firin' up the grill.
It also reminds me that I need to get busy with my garden plan for this year. I need to figure out what I'm going to plant and where. I don't think I'll do much different this year, just the usual suspects, but I do need to figure out my crop rotation.
Summer isn't here yet, and we've still got some cold weather ahead of us (I just hope we don't get a bunch more snow--yuck), but with these pretty little crocuses, at least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.