When I first rambled in the garden today, after our routine Sunday breakfast of porridge, the sun already bright and the skies cloudless blue despite the earlyish chill. The garden was teeming with life, joyfully welcoming the heart and soul warming sunshine – the birds catching up on the latest gossip and the plants breathing in the blessedness of the early spring day. I soon decided what I would be featuring on the blog today – the thin spears of crocus pushing their way through the grass near the stream. I did briefly wonder if I ought to take my photos then and there, recalling a post last year (early in the life of this blog), when I observed that crocus only seem to open in the warmth of the sun, and knowing that today would get warmer as the hours wore on. Indeed, when I took the photo, two or three hours later, the sun had already wreaked its work and the crocus were no longer standing to attention like an army of soldiers with their spears ready for battle, but unfolding their petals in a plea for peace.
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