11 March 2025 (first crocus)

first crocus

every song on the radio

a love song

10 March 2023 (end of winter)

end of winter blues first crocus

15 March 2021 (crocus)

a walk after work

to check out the crocuses

daylight savings

10 March 2021 (crocus)

a stranger and I

go on about them

first crocuses

April 4: White

white crocus

looks too much like snow

April showers

March 26: Finally, flowers

southern exposure

where the snow has melted

crocus are blooming

March 22: Crocus

little girl in boots

crushing crocus flowers

under a crust of snow

March 21: Hope

south-facing wall--

crocus buds raise their heads

between patches of snow

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March 5: Crocus

Below the wall outside the Camden Public Library: the first crocuses, always

Southern exposure--

slow reawakening

to a world in color.

 

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April 21: Vivid

Rain-beaten crocus

uncovered by raking--

I'm in love with purple.

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April 12: A little spring snow

It happens every year, and we always express shock; you'd think we didn't know better. It always snows at least once in April. Even after the crocus have bloomed, peepers chorus among the cattails, and robins chortle in our back yards again, even after teenagers have been running around town in shorts for a week and someone has been considering swimming in the lake two days after official Ice Out, even after all that full-on spring-y stuff... the potential for snowfall has not diminished. And sure enough, today: ice pellets interspersed with rain and big wet flakes.

Full-blown flurries
while we watch the Masters,
envy its azaleas, lush greens.