Something about the first of March unleashed a yearning in me for green. Our weather has been ricocheting between frozen and fair. I grabbed my camera and went on a quest, hoping to capture a crocus. One crocus.
I found heaps of ugly.
Black snow banks.
A litter-strewn vacant lot.
Dead stalks gawking.
Color, where are you?A tiny leaf hung on through this severe winter.
Snow is sticking to the higher elevations. Side note: I am easily annoyed with the unimaginative street names in my town. A grid of the alphabet and numbers. But Penn Avenue follows O Avenue. Because no one wants to live on P Avenue!
Now this is what I was searching for — that bright green that sings Spring!
I always return to this turret. Turrets are terrific. I’m counting on turrets in heaven.
Love the blue bench.
A befitting front door.
Voted Best Receptacle
Of course I had to peruse the Little Free Library. I took home The Martian.
I had given up on finding flowers. No crocus. But, three blocks from home, beauty interrupted my walk. I’m the worst at plant identification. If I called these Lily of the Valley would I be correct? I would be incorrect. These are Snowdrops. They were an afternoon benediction.