Our local NPR station, WMRA, ran a little segment yesterday asking people to send in crocus sightings. This gave me a literal shiver, thinking about how thrilled I am at just even seeing the smallest spec of blooming color on our otherwise snow and mud laden landscape. The pictures above are borrowed from Creative Commons; I hunted around our yard this morning for some of those handsome little blooms and sadly came up empty handed. The day lilies are starting to press their shoots up, and I have seem some delicate crocus stalks tentatively easing into this soggy winter weather, but no blooms…yet. You know how you’re not supposed to go to the grocery hungry? I think if I even glanced at a nursery right now we’d be paying the debt down for many winters to come. Sweet lady Spring, where art thou?
I like the idea of hunting for flowers, I’ll make sure to post when the first blooms show up!
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Oh, I love crocus. Our first three bloomed last week, before anything else (except the lone hellebore that opened in the snow a few weeks ago!).