Wednesday, March 29, 2017

My Poor Crocus

Every year I look forward to watching my crocus push out of the ground, bud their pretty purple selves, then bloom in the sun. Every year I get down on my belly and take their portraits. I love them. They are my first sign of Spring.

This year, they tried. They really, really tried. But the rain has been relentless. My pretty babies finally gave up today.


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