Some winters last longer than others. This past one had me worrying that the weather had changed forever. The cold would not stop. I resigned myself that the warmth would never come.
It did come. But I still feel worried. I took pictures of the buds, just case the snow falls again and they die. I think my sarcasm blossomed beautifully this winter, if nothing else.
And these are my first flowers. Every year they come up first. They look like grass with little butterfly like blossoms. They let me know the season has started.
I hope that summer lasts as long as winter did. It only seems fair. Don’t you think?