My grandpa said that it has to snow three times on the daffodils before we can have spring, but it’s not clear if the count starts on the sprouts of leaves or the bloom and/or if snows 3 times in one day, which happened this year, so I say we count it.
We can swap out ‘hostas’ for ‘roses’ in the song, right?
Hosta flowers/blossoms/blooms just after the rain.
I think we’ve had more winter this spring than we had all winter. Poor little primroses.
If I were a crow, I would be perched on this guy’s shoulder all the time just hanging out. And if my dad were a scarecrow, that’s probably what he would look like.
A bright spot in my little corner of the world.
Lots of dew on the daffodils that morning.
Going on a mind wander – dewy daffodils….dewey decimal….and now some of you know how old I am and some of you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about (kind of like me a lot of the time).
Always ready and eager to welcome spring. And it never ceases to amaze me how they can push up through the snow.
But the most important thing I need to know… why isn’t the plural of crocus croci?
This little guy was busy as, well a bee.
I could never be a bee ~ there’s no down time and probably no snacks.
Daisies are my favorite flower. Such beauty in their simplicity.