Forgetting what I planted

The daffodils in my yard have started to come up.  They are little bursts of February sunshine, lovely as always.

And the other day, I looked over and noticed this beautiful  little thing blooming nearby.

It stopped me in my tracks.  I don’t even remember planting crocus bulbs last fall, but it seems I did.   And that little bit of  effort, totally forgotten months later, is bringing a splash of joyful color to these gray winter days.

That’s what I love about bulbs: a little bit of work results in a whole lot of  beauty.  It comes just when you expect it least and need it most.

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