The spring crocus were less deterred by the snow than we were.
While the snow drops lived up to their name.
Inside, I watered the cactus and dreamed of a spring in Death Valley.
Fifty million flowers lighting up the desert, at least in my imagination.
You can fit a lot into a small space.
Outside, the spring crocus took advantage of the sun, which lasted five seconds before being blotted out indefinitely.
I allowed myself to be infected by their optimism.
Let it be known that these flowers enjoy a party.
Meanwhile, the hellebore twisted out of the ground like a baby dragon (via Game of Thrones).
Far more ambitious than the crocus, they have plans to conquer the world.
