There were no blooms this morning when I was out taking pictures. This afternoon, this crocus burst forth with yellow goodness.
I love spring. I love watching the snow melt and flowers bloom. I love squishing my feet in mud.
The strange thing about this bulb sprouting isn’t that it’s sprouting outside the dirt (well, I guess it is), it’s that I buried it at least three times before the snow fell. For some reason it keeps popping out of the ground. I’d bury it but the ground is still frozen and I don’t have any soil to use to cover it. Tomorrow I should be able pick up some soil. Hopefully it’ll be ok until then.