Nothing says “Spring is here!” like looking down and seeing a crocus nestled in what ought still to be winter soil. It’s a visual jolt, a visceral response to color and beauty where you’d come to expect and anticipate muted browns and grays. I love it.

Crocuses are small, but magical. And if you get up close, and peek in, the individual flowers almost seem to have personalities.

The little grouping below is a cluster of children, the older siblings forging ahead, while the youngest tags along, yelling “Wait for me!”

These are lovers, whispering to each other, as she leans her head on his shoulders.

This one is a loner, enjoying life on her own.

It’s wonderful how something so small can be so glorious, so joyful. I’m so glad I looked down…I might have missed them entirely this year!