It has been five days ago now that I spotted my first Crocus spears piercing the ground, looking for an early Spring.
Since it is only mid-February, I fear her brave efforts may prove foolhardy.
My little town is certain to have more winter on the way, despite early hints of the coming thaw.
And so I am torn between joy and despair at this early foray from her sleeping bed by this daring Lady Crocus.
I find great joy in the promise of Spring so soon, and yet, these early springers will almost certainly be frozen out in a few days.
For today, though, I choose to find the joy in the promise of what is yet to be and what will be, soon enough.
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Well, with that attitude, this thread will never turn into a 100-comment long blog fight.
Let me help you out.
Resolved: Dan Trabue should shave his beard into mutton chops, put on a leisure suit, and post a photograph of himself having done so.
There. Now the regular commenters can have at it.
You're welcome.
John - LOL!
I saw a robin about ten days ago, and have heard several since then. So, spring will come.
I, on the other hand, have been accused of becoming a Nazarite. My hair is curling around my ears and don't get me started on my beard! On the other hand, it is the 150th anniversary of the south's secession and the firing on Ft. Sumter, but I just don't think I could do Civil War re-enacting without being physically assaulted. So hopefully, my wife will relent and cut my hair soon.
Sorry it took me a while. This is as close as I can come to the mutton chops/leisure suit...
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