I have planned to snap some photos of the crocus in my garden as they begin to peek out from the cold ground. Crocus are my favorite flower; they are to me the first beautiful color after the winter of gray and brown and white. The grand idea was to document their emergence as a symbol of hope that spring will, indeed, arrive on its own time — with day-by-day photojournalistic updates of them poking out their little green arms and gradually exploding in bloom. Now that I write it down, it does not sound that exciting… (as in, maybe this summer I could take pictures of the lawn and you could watch the grass grow, etc. etc. )
On my way to the *mailbox* today, I learned something: instead of spending my time stalking the mailman, if I just look down at where I am, today, I will find what I am looking for.
It’s too late for the crocus cam, but never too late to learn.
there are days when watching grass grow sounds pretty good, you know? and what you learned today was much more profound than what i learned, but i’m sharing anyway. they make sprinklers that they sell (in lowe’s i think) that you can hide your house key in.
somehow these are linked – crocus to grass to sprinkler…