Our Crocus Are Finally Blooming

DSC_6941I 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.

DSC_7138Then when they were about to bloom over the weekend, we had snow again.

DSC_6946Some that were ready to open were battered by wind and snow.

DSC_7208Our crocus are all “children” of the original few bulbs Mother gave us for our 10th Wedding Anniversary on September 14, 1973.



DSC_7182When she handed us the small bag of bulbs, she said, “This isn’t a pretty gift, but they will be pretty come spring.”

DSC_7180She never got to see them bloom, as she died suddenly from cancer on March 16, 1974.

DSC_7179She (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.

DSC_7177He sent her to the hospital thinking she may have appendicitis.

DSC_7192Forty 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.

14 thoughts on “Our Crocus Are Finally Blooming

  1. What a wonderful reminder of your mother’s love, coming back year after year. It was almost like she knew she needed to give you this. I’m so sorry that you lost your mother so very young, but I know you treasure memories of her and know where she is, with all confidence. There is such comfort in that. And with cancer … two weeks can be a blessing.

    • Yes, the older I get the more I understand that being ill for only two weeks was a blessing. She had a tumor that burst, spreading the cancer through her body – probably several weeks before she became ill.

  2. I can understand why you look forward to seeing the crocus bloom. 52 is very young.
    What a wonderful way to remember her.

  3. I will agree with everyone else – such a beautiful reminder, year after year, of your mother. Wasn’t that kind of God to put in her mind that particular gift to you! She didn’t know that she would never see them or that they would always remind you of her, but God did!

  4. What a special reminder you have each year of your Mother!Lowell’s Dad was 50 years old when he passed away.Lowell & I were 29.At the time,when people mentioned how young he was,we thought 50 was a fairly long time to live.Twenty-two years later we realize how fast the years went by!

  5. What a beautiful reminder of your mother each year. You and she were so young! My one year younger sister died on March 16 ten years ago — she had cancer too and suffered a long time with it. Such a dreadful disease!

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