Yesterday, as I pulled into my driveway, a flash of color in my flowerbed caught my eye and I was immediately annoyed by the thought that someone had tossed trash into my yard.
I parked in the garage and got out of the car. As I made my way to the flowerbed to pick up the trash, I realized that it was actually a purple crocus that had pushed its' delicate little head up from the cover of dead leaves that blanketed the flowerbed.
Today, I cleaned all of the dead leaves and winter debris out of the flowerbed, uncovering several more purple crocus blooms as well as some white ones. I also discovered tulip and daffodil shoots that, with any luck, will be ready to bloom by the time I return from my trip.
I love spring; the rebirth of nature is always such a phenomenal and humbling process to witness.