Yesterday, I headed out in the morning sunshine for a walk around the neighborhood and before I stepped off my driveway, I spotted the first little crocus in bloom.
And so it begins.
When I got home, I went out to the backyard to see if I could spot any crocuses in the lawn. I’ve planted thousands of crocus corms in my lawn, going back to at least 2011. I didn’t see any, but the snow was still melting.
This morning, as I waited for the water to warm up for a cup of tea, I looked out in the back and saw crocuses coming up, all over the place.
Sometimes it is that quick. One morning, the crocuses aren’t there. The next morning, they are popping up all over, even as the snow melts. (At this point, I should give credit to the garden fairies for their hard work to make hay—or rather crocuses—while the sun shines. If I don’t, well… they’ll write their own post and call me out.)
There will be more crocuses in the days to come, hopefully thousands, along with snowdrops, reticulated irises, winter aconites, and then the first early daffodils.
And so it begins!