With a sun-kissed day following snow-melt, the first crocus poke up through last fall’s brown leaves and offer up the first color of spring and warm my heart.
Elle thanks for dropping by and for your compliment on the name of my blog. Thanks also for hopping over and reading and “liking” one of my poems. Made my day – that is one of my favorite poems.
Me too! I always watch so closely for them to pop up and it makes me so happy to see them. They are a fleeting pleasure you have to pay attention to – they seem to go by so fast!
This is a beautiful photo. Thanks for visiting my blog and the like:) You have a great name for your blog!
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Elle thanks for dropping by and for your compliment on the name of my blog. Thanks also for hopping over and reading and “liking” one of my poems. Made my day – that is one of my favorite poems.
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I always feel a lift in my spirit when I see the first crocus of the season. such beautiful colors – God’s AMAZING handiwork!!
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Me too! I always watch so closely for them to pop up and it makes me so happy to see them. They are a fleeting pleasure you have to pay attention to – they seem to go by so fast!
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I always thought it was interesting how they seemed to be one of the shortest-lived flowers, yet they were one of the most beautiful.
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