Yesterday I was pretty grumpy as I trudged to and fro through the yard to meet various school busses. I was searching for something blooming. I sort of keep track of the day each year that I find the first crocus. I know that one year it was February 17, my sister's birthday. This winter has been unusually mild, so I couldn't understand why nothing had bloomed yet. I came inside, looked through the dining room window, and saw it.
Spring is coming!