This year, when winter has been a fleetingly erratic guest, though there are still a few months to Spring proper, the signs of new growth have never been far.  I was very glad to see the other day that the crocus (croci?) that I planted last year are beginning to appear.  It was a bit nerve-wracking to plant some 1200 bulbs.  One can’t help but wonder if the shipment was good, since I have had an entire shipment get fried before, and, of course, one doesn’t know till after they are planted, long after.  But it looks like they will come up, probably even many of the ones that my horse stepped on.  (it is slightly ridiculous, I have resorted to spraying Deer-off along the fence, because out of 15 acres that is where he Must walk and eat)

And hopefully, they will look like they ought…though the mutant in the pot we forced has me worried; it is about five inches tall and is a set of white sheathed spears, unfortunate at best.

*Shamelessly stolen from John Greenleaf Whittier’s poem: ‘A Dream of Summer’