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.
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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.
Seeing the first spring flowers is one of the most reassuring things I think, such a hopeful sight. I can’t wait until I see more popping up in our neck of the woods ๐
This post filled me with content as well ๐
Thank you for posting on my birth story. Your words brought me to tears, knowing that my story was read out loud to Jeff and Bracken and was meaningful to you as well. It really was an amazing experience. Reading birth stories like yours was one that inspired me.
Hopefully the kids will meet soon ๐
xoxo
Wow, already!! How wonderful! How beautiful!
Such pretty photos…
I love primroses…
The colors of your flowers in the sunshine made me smile. Although feeling cheated of a Winter, such a sight as those flowers could almost make me accept that there’s no Winter this year and embrace the coming (early) Spring!