I was grazing (no, that’s not a typo–that’s how I felt!) through an old memory card yesterday and came across some images that I made almost five years ago of crocuses in our garden. The first one had already blossomed, matured, withered, and fallen over by the time I made this one on March 11. I remember the sun on my back as I shot this.
There is no way that the members of this year’s crocus team have any hope at all of appearing within the next week and a half. At least, that’s how it seems now. There’s a possibility that we might see 50°F a week from now, but I think it will still be several weeks before I’ll be able to see the first telltale green shoots appearing. Is it just me, or does anyone else see the anthropomorphic grin here, laughing at us for being impatient due to having to wait so long? Yes, they will come, and they are well worth waiting for. And I’ll be here for them when they do!