Here in Colorado, the landscape is still brown and bare. When I first moved here and gardeners told me that it wasn't safe to plant annuals and gardens until Mother's Day, I thought they were kidding. They were not. We have been known to get a quick snow shower on Easter and beyond. Sure, the days in-between might be warm and sunny, but one quick freeze and fragile seedlings are gonners.
Yet, there are some signs of spring emerging. Bulbs. Until Colorado, this former-California-girl never knew the joy of discovering bulbs sprouting in the bleak winter garden. A sign of new life, the hope of spring.
While my daffodils and tulips now have tufts of green bursting from the soil, the true "opening act" of the spring performance is called "crocus."
I found these in the yard yesterday. A welcome sign that green lawn (still in its tawny winter slumber) and more colorful blooms are just around the corner.
Then from my heart will young petals diverge,
As rays of the sun from their focus;
I from the darkness of earth shall emerge,
A happy and beautiful Crocus!
Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower,
This little lesson may borrow,
Patient today, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter tomorrow.
--Miss H. F. Gould