When the crocuses got buried under the snow of several successive storms, I thought they were goners. They weren’t. I almost think the snow did them some good. They’re blooming like mad now.
As I was taking these pictures, my husband said, “I know it’s spring when my honey is outside with her pant legs rolled up.” So true. Once it gets warm enough, I start going outside barefoot to take pictures. I roll up my pants so that I won’t accidentally sweep up any ticks. Pics are good and ticks are not.
Now that it’s spring, I will be outside much more often. And yes, I will have my pants rolled high, looking silly no doubt. Spring will do that to a person. ðŸ˜‰