Ava and I were in the side garden last evening after work, clearing some dead leaves and branches from the bed to make way for all the new greenery poking up everywhere. To our surprise, a clump of wet brown twigs were covering this beauty:
A teensy crocus straining to get some sun. I don’t recall ever planting any of these, so it must’ve come from one of the transplants my friend Laura gave me. From the looks of things, the tulips and daffodils are not going to be far behind.