I am used to seeing crocus flowers by March 16 (the anniversary of the death of my mother), but this year they are about two weeks late ~ for the first time in 40 years.
Then when they were about to bloom over the weekend, we had snow again.
Some that were ready to open were battered by wind and snow.
Our crocus are all “children” of the original few bulbs Mother gave us for our 10th Wedding Anniversary on September 14, 1973.
When she handed us the small bag of bulbs, she said, “This isn’t a pretty gift, but they will be pretty come spring.”
She never got to see them bloom, as she died suddenly from cancer on March 16, 1974.
She (and we) learned that she had cancer less than two weeks before her death ~ after going to the doctor because she wasn’t feeling well.
He sent her to the hospital thinking she may have appendicitis.
Forty years ago she was 52 and I was 30.
There is no flower in our yard that I look forward to more that the crocus.