Pulled open the blinds to more +$#*!@# s snow this morning. I was going to post a photo of it here, but I'll spare you. You can just pity me in your mind. I knew it was coming....the weather terrorists (I'm sorry, that's what I refer to weather reporters as....they sooooo relish any kind of dreadful weather event) have been beating their drums for a few days now.
I remember myself as a rebellious unimpressible 12 year old. We often stopped at my grandmother's house on the way to church, to give her a ride. She'd say with a lilt "the crocus are up this morning". She and my mother would chatter about this for a bit while I rolled my eyes and thought "Who cares? What is a crocus? Must be something ugly with such an ugly name." My how I've decided to grow up.
Yesterday, knowing snow was on the way, I thought to steal some spring from a couple yards in town. My yard is still mostly covered in snow-apparently I have bad snow karma or something. I found crocus in two locales-and helped myself to some snaps....my grandmother would surely have been delighted.