Many of you have listened to me whine that sping would never come and all I had was snow. Today the high was 70 degrees and when I walked around the house I found these. No more whining from me.
Awww! They're so sweet, aren't they? Your photos remind me of a poem I learned as a kid The Miracle Of Spring ~ Piet Hein ~ We glibly talk of nature's laws, but do things have a natural cause? Black earth becoming yellow crocus is undiluted hocus-pocus.
Pretty pictures Polly. Seeing color return to the garden, finally, is a joy isn't it. I love that poem Zuzu.
