You pop up unexpectedly and turn a dull weekday into spring.
First flower, saffron shield, happy herald, brave bulb.
You arrive with far less fanfare than your thirstier cousins, claim your space on the frozen ground, next to piles of dirty snow and creeping ice, and wave those dainty petals with unfettered glee.
Let other flowers preen from crystal vases and hot house bouquets. You’re the natural beauty, asking for little more than sunlight and fresh air.
You offer hope and a welcome reminder that life is both precious and constant. You survived winter and we will too.
The danger among us humans, who move briskly through our days, is that we’ll miss your show entirely, glance up briefly from our phones and mistake you for a small, white wrapper or a piece of plastic blowing in the breeze.
That would be a shame because right now the world needs everything you offer — beauty, optimism and peace.
Yesterday I saw you and you made my day.
4 thoughts on “Ode to the field of crocuses that made my day”
I am currently in Florida, where I’m sure no one has ever felt this way about early spring. This was beautifully written!
Thanks Jan and enjoy your time in beautiful Florida!
Well written! Grew up in Germany where Krokus was a sure sign that Easter was near after 4 plus months of snow on the ground. It served as a symbol of rebirth and decorated the village church appropriately.
What a beautiful post! Those little crocuses are tough cookies!