When I was a little girl my dad taught me that spring was on its way when the hepaticas bloomed, because hepatica meant “bringer of spring” in Cherokee. More recently I found out that he made up that bit of trivia, but for years I remember digging down in the dry leaves each winter looking for the little blue blooms that would announce the arrival of spring.
If any flower is going to be dubbed “bringer of spring”, I think it should be the crocus. Mine are popping up in full force! Earlier this month I noticed the tips of their leaves peeking out of the dirt and threatened to stomp them, but now that we’ve had a little snow I suppose I can accept that spring is coming.
I laid under our very prickly (ouch) holly bush by the street to snap these photos. I wonder what the neighbors driving by were thinking. Sometimes having a camera in hand compels me to do strange things!