It is the few perfect days afterwards you look forward to. The rain and snow, cold and howling wind become bearable because you know they are only passing through.
Crocus waited and bloom in the warm sunshine.
Spring slowly inches upwards to the mountain top.
Life stirs in the aftermath.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
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Anything is only for a short time. Love those crocus. Very pretty. A shame they won't grow here.
Wow, look at those gorgeous crocus.
Sallysmom
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