The bulbs are slowly but surely starting to swell. Seems like every day this week I have noticed a new bulb to keep an eye on- still wondering which location will earn “first full bloom of the year” this spring.
I have also started to do my daily super slow drive in and out of the driveway- windows rolled down, neck stretched out the window to check on the rows of bulbs that line our long driveway.
These little crocus bulbs are in the front yard under our two big trees, and they caught my attention enough this morning that I got back out of the car to admire them. I find it all beautiful- every step in the process when the bulbs are starting to bloom. This current stage is perhaps the height of anticipation- because you can see the color, but they have yet to unfurl their full beauty.
After crouching down and having a moment with the bulbs, I stood back up and walked to the car and noticed a distinct feeling that I could only describe as “the thrill of hope.”
Spring is indeed coming. The past few months have been long- winter is a slow and steady grind around here, with not an abundance of beautiful payoff to encourage you to keep going (or the beauty is primarily restricted to the indoors- see “Wood Stove- Enjoyment“).
We have a bit more time in this current dreary state, then everywhere you look will be bursting with life and color. Obviously I know that time is constantly passing and that spring will indeed arrive, but seeing the proof of how close it is certainly stirred up joyful, grateful, and thrilling hope.
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