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!
krikitarts 
It is sooo purple! Beautiful especially on those golden leaves with the water droplets.
I agree–it really is an outrageous purple, but I guess it must be, in order to attract the very few insects that also dare to emerge this early. How else would they get pollinated?
I am afraid that our croci will also be quite late and possibly short bloomed as well.
They will come when they will, in their own sweet time. Sigh. I just checked through my archives and found that they were in full bloom on March 23 in ’04, March 14 in ’07, March 17 in ’11, March 5 in ’12, March15 in ’13, and March 6 last year, so there’s actually quite a range, and good reason not yet to despair.
The load bold colors are such a gift as we are waiting for spring to come and our world to come alive again.
I’d have thought your spring would have started already, but it seems not. Hope it’s soon!
Anthropomorphic me can see a grin too. I was also suddenly reminded of Ollie in the old Kukla, Fran and Ollie television show of the 1940s-50s.
I remember them very well! And even without looking it up, I remember that Burr Tilstrom was the puppeteer. I can still hear the voices he made, too. Funny what things make such a lasting, indelible impression on the memory. And other things seem to fade away after an hour, or a day, or a week…