My heart soars.
Our yard in upstate New York is in a tiny cold pocket, so our bulbs bloom a little late.
But yesterday, the crocuses opened. By the time I got home from work, they had closed up, but I was able to take this beautiful picture. They aren't green, but the Luck of the Irish was with us.
The famous Almanac was so, so wrong about our winter, possibly the most amazing in my approximately 30 years living here.
In contrast, last year, the crocuses didn't bloom until April 23. That's one of the beauties of blogging daily - it become a little diary of sorts.
I look back at March 18, 2015 and am so glad today isn't that day.
But now, Dear Diary/Blog, my heart is sinking. Because we may be having a major snowstorm by the first day of spring (March 20). Say it ain't so.
A part of my heart was suspecting it all along. Nature was not going to rest without reminding us, one last time, of her power, and fickleness.
Especially her power.
It had to turn back into winter one last time.