It started with a single yellow crocus that Jeff spotted in the front yard while my mom and grandma were still here. He called for us to come see.
It was a glorious sight, glowing in the sunshine.
Then we spotted the first primrose of the year.
A few days later, the yellow crocus was gone and we spotted a tiny purple one, covered in raindrops.
The next day it opened and we saw two more purple crocuses nearby.
Today I spotted this sweet little daisy.
I told Jeff recently that my soul was yearning for flowers.
Now they’re popping up, one by one, all around us.
I gaze at the soft petals in the sunlight and it fills me with contentment.