Amongst ashes a crocus blooms
I’m holding on to the fact that spring is nearing. Tomorrow will already be March and with it more snow is predicted for Northern Nevada.
My depression had wrapped me up in a self loathing ball of sadness last week. I’ve been dying for spring.
I had fed my rose bushes wood ash just 24 hours ago. And within a day the first sign of spring woke up to say hello.
The crocus flower. The greeter of spring. A little joy from Mother Nature herself.
A little glimpse into what’s to come this spring.
I’d been in need of a little note from nature to remind me that winter is temporary. The darkness it brings with it will soon be gone.
Goodbye February hello March.