" A single crocus blossom ought to be enough
to convince our heart that springtime, no matter
how predictable, is somehow a gift,
gratuitous, gratis, a grace.
This is probably my shortest post on record. I don't have much of a post ready this week, it's been busy. But I had to pop in to say hello and to show you the crazy gorgeousness happening in my still mostly brown and winter-worn garden.
These tiny scraps of colour are enough to make me sing . . . like the birds who are warbling for all their worth these days. And my heart skips like a child playing hop-scotch at the sheer delight in these purple wonders on this wildly cool and windy Saturday.
" Where flowers bloom,
so does hope. "
LADY BIRD JOHNSON
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On that note, I'm wishing you a wonder-full day.