There might be as many images of crocuses in the world as there are stars in the sky. Yet, like the stars....I never tire of them. Neither the images...nor the crocuses themselves. I am surrounded, at a little distance, by evergreen trees. But in my immediate environment, I live in a reclaimed hay field. So in winter my gardens are bare. Deciduous trees and bushes are small and insignifcant. Baby evergreens are barely a few feet high. When crocuses arrive it stirs excitement....and hope. Color and life spring forth seemingly out of nowhere. Not only are they incredibly beautiful....they signal a promise that gardens of bounty and beauty are not far behind.

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