My crocus choristers: What a difference a day makes!

Last Saturday I introduced visually and poetically a congregation of crocuses in my garden.  They were a fitting image for the first full day of Spring.

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Then Monday arrived and Old Man Winter reasserted his presence.  My crocuses were left out in the snow.  Awaiting the next sunny opportunity to burst out in song.

 

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  • The crocuses won't croak.

  • In reply to jack:

    I hope not, at least until the tulips bloom.

  • Thank you so much for this inspiring update. As soon as I saw the second photo, I heard some choristers -- Libera, or maybe the crocus choir itself -- singing in my mind:
    "Be still, my soul! Thy God doth undertake
    to guide the future as he has the past.
    Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
    all now mysterious shall be bright at last."

  • In reply to Margaret H. Laing:

    "Bright at last" reminded me of Dr. King's 'free at last'.

    Thanks, Margaret. I always appreciate your comments, especially these. That's what the crocuses are about. To sing in our minds whenever we need their music.

    I have to confess I couldn't place the lines and had to look them up. They are an eloquent testimony to abiding faith.

  • In reply to Aquinas wired:

    Thank you so much for the kind words, and for the connection between bright and free at last. Wow.

    The hymn ("Be Still, My Soul") is one of my favorites, set to part of "Finlandia" by Jean Sibelius. The hymn tune is from the cello melody. (Surprise!)

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