There was a place, not far from here, where I always used to spot the first crocus. It wasn’t anybody’s garden — it must have spread somehow, but it poked its lovely head through the snow every year. These croci will never come back, because they dug up the whole place for some reason … some pipes they needed to put down, I think. Please, mouse over each picture for date! It will take some time before we’ll be able to drive up on Fort Howe, methinks.