The first blossom in our yard. March 7, 2009.
The past couple of days have been very pleasant up here on the Plateau. The weather has warmed and I was even able to work outside without a jacket yesterday. That’s good because I certainly have plenty to do in the yard after our fairly hard winter. In addition to general clean up, I also have some new roses that need to be planted. So I’ve been outside quite a bit over the past two days.
Yesterday, while working with the roses in the front of the house, I found the crocus shown in the picture above. It’s our very blossom of the year. Actually it looks a little forlorn and lonely. This is a crocus my father gave us when we first bought the house. It’s located up against the south side of the house, so it gets more sun than any other part of our yard. The little bed it’s in is a favorite tunneling route for our many chipmunks, so most of the bulbs that were originally planted there have long since disappeared.
But this little plant has bravely hung on. And in so doing it has given us our first promise of spring.
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