So, no ... I don't know whether or not the crocuses are up today. I probably won't be able to lift the boughs from the frozen ground until Sunday at the earliest. But I choose to believe that the little dears ARE up. I choose to believe that, under the pine boughs and the snow, they are sensing the longer days and the sunlight and making pretty yellow flowers which will be revealed on Sunday when I finally reach them.
A gal's gotta dream. Especially when the windchill is -22.
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