Long before I understood time, I understood the seasons by following nature's cues. The crocus' in my grandparents yard are always the first flowers to push their way up from the thawing earth and they symbolize everything to do with spring: gardens, Easter eggs, short-sleeves, buds and the return of sunshine. Every year, the sight of these little stems makes me smile because I know they will be the first things to breathe color back into this gray, barren world we've lived in for five months.
Monday, March 8, 2010
First Signs of Spring
Long before I understood time, I understood the seasons by following nature's cues. The crocus' in my grandparents yard are always the first flowers to push their way up from the thawing earth and they symbolize everything to do with spring: gardens, Easter eggs, short-sleeves, buds and the return of sunshine. Every year, the sight of these little stems makes me smile because I know they will be the first things to breathe color back into this gray, barren world we've lived in for five months.
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